“For that very reason—” Miss Clyde began, but stopped speaking as Blue Bonnet came back.
“Elizabeth,” she said a few moments later, glancing to where the girl stood idly by one of the sitting-room windows, “how would you like to go into Boston with me this afternoon?”
Blue Bonnet turned eagerly. “May I, Aunt Lucinda? And could we go to the Museum? Alec’s told me such a lot about the Museum.”
“Suppose you go over and ask Alec to go with us. But hurry right back; we’ll get the twelve o’clock train and lunch in town.”
And Blue Bonnet did hurry, tearing headlong across the lawn to the stile, Solomon barking at her heels.
Miss Clyde watched her for a moment. “Who could ever dream she was fifteen!” she exclaimed.
“If only she might stay fifteen, Lucinda,” her mother answered; “granting we can keep her that long—eighteen will so soon be here.”
Blue Bonnet enjoyed her afternoon immensely; she had never dreamed Aunt Lucinda could be so—well, lovely.
The three had lunch at a quiet little restaurant in one of the side streets, before going to the Museum.