Mabel smiled.
“We have talked it all over,” she agreed, “and we just want to go some place.”
“Where?” asked Mr. Willing briefly.
“Why, we—we—want to go to—to—where is it we want to go, Shirley?” asked Mabel in some confusion.
“We hadn’t decided on that yet, Dad,” laughed Shirley. “But we don’t want to stay here on this old farm all summer.”
“And what are you going to do with both your old Dads—leave them behind?” asked Mr. Willing seriously.
“We would like to have you go with us, Dad, but we know you won’t.”
“Why won’t we?”
“Well, I—we,—I—you never have gone with us.”
“It’s never too late to mend our ways,” declared her father dryly. “Perhaps we shall this time.”