The winter passed much in its usual way, and after that the spring came, laughing. April tumbled into May, and May danced into June, bringing ecstasy to one little heart, for with late June days came the summer vacation from school.
“My aunties,” said Ladybird, looking up from a lesson she was studying, “who is the governor of this State?”
“Hyde,” replied her Aunt Priscilla. “Governor Horace E. Hyde.”
“Is he a nice man?” asked Ladybird, drumming on the table with both hands, and on the floor with both feet.
“Do stop that fearful noise, Lavinia. Yes, he is a fine, capable governor, and a true gentleman. Why?”
“Are you studying your history lesson, dear?” asked Aunt Dorinda. “Is it about the governor?”
“I’m studying my history lesson, but it isn’t about the governor,” answered Ladybird, truthfully. “I only asked because I wanted to know.”
“That is right, Lavinia,” said Miss Priscilla, approvingly. “It is wise to inquire often concerning such matters of general information; by such means one may acquire much valuable knowledge.”
“Yes, ’m,” said Ladybird. “Where is his office?”
“Whose, the governor’s? Oh, in the State House, I suppose, though he would doubtless have a private office at home.”