“Anybody can belong,” said Peter, “who is willing to wonder.”
“Shall we have regular meetings?” asked Violet.
“Oh, dear no,” said Patty, “we won’t have anything regular about it. We’ll just meet when we feel like it, and go wondering about together.”
“The fun will be,” said Peter, “wondering when the next meeting will take place.”
“And wondering where it will be,” added Patty.
They drove home slowly, here and there catching glimpses of wonderful perspectives and splendid vistas, to which Peter Homer called their attention in his casual, humorous way.
Patty said little, but leaning back in the rather bumpy old vehicle, she revelled in the beauty all around her, and stored it away in her memory for future years.
“We’ve had a perfect morning,” said Patty, as she joined her parents at luncheon. “Peter Homer,—we all call each other by our first names now,—is the loveliest man to go about with. He knows everything, but he never flings information at you till you want it.”