“Don’t you love them?” Blue Bonnet laid her face caressingly against one of the round feathery balls. “Alec, do you know—Aunt Lucinda isn’t half bad.”
“No, nor even a quarter,” Alec answered; “hasn’t she just invited me to supper?”
They went in together. Delia was setting the table. She brought Blue Bonnet one of the big blue canton jars to fill with chrysanthemums.
“But it isn’t supper-time yet, Delia?” Blue Bonnet asked.
“It will be soon, miss,” the other answered; “Miss Clyde ordered supper early for to-night.”
“Then I reckon I’d best go tidy up a bit,” Blue Bonnet said to Alec; “I won’t be long.”
She came down again to find him in the parlor playing old-time songs for Mrs. Prior.
Mrs. Prior seemed to have grown several inches that afternoon. And when, soon after supper, she announced she must be going, and Miss Clyde ordered the carriage, her cup of joy was full.
To Blue Bonnet’s delight, her grandmother suggested that the two young people go too for the drive.
“But come straight home again, Elizabeth,” Miss Clyde added. “Remember, you have not studied your lessons yet.”