“Elizabeth, don’t you ever take anything seriously?” Sarah asked gravely.
“Not lessons, at all events,” Blue Bonnet laughed. “Come on, I’m ready. Let’s do our problems first.”
“You’re so quick, Elizabeth,” Sarah said, when the last book had been laid aside. “It’s nice studying together, isn’t it?”
“Did you like it, really?” Blue Bonnet asked. “I thought maybe you’d think it a bother. Oh, Sarah, I’ve thought of the loveliest name for us girls—the ‘We are Seven’s.’”
CHAPTER V
AN INVITATION
Uncle Joe came around to the front veranda, where Mr. Ashe sat looking rather lonely. “Any news from Boston and vicinity in that there mail?” he asked.
Mr. Ashe handed him Blue Bonnet’s latest letter.
“Hm, she don’t run much to length, does she?” Uncle Joe commented. “So she’s going to school—and wishes schoolrooms were built without walls. Aunt Lucinda’s very kind, but Grandmother’s a darling. My lady can get a lot of meaning into a few words, can’t she, Cliff?”
But it was the postscript which gave Uncle Joe most delight.