HERRY, go down and ask Mrs. Blunt if any of them are going with us," said Meg, as they rose from breakfast the next morning. "Tell her we shall start at a quarter to eleven."
Cherry made her way to the ground floor, and knocked at Mrs. Blunt's door.
It was quickly opened by the eldest girl, with the baby in her arms. She did not ask Cherry to enter, but went back to her mother, who was busy in the other room.
Mrs. Blunt herself came forward, and spoke in a low tone.
"Ask 'em to be kind enough to knock as they come down, and if we're ready, we'll come."
Cherry nodded.
"How's little brother?"
"All right," answered Cherry, smiling; "he's so pleased as father-Jem is going to carry him; and he says as he'll sit as still as anythink."
"So do my Pattie. I've promised as I'll take her, if Blunt will go." She lowered her voice and half came outside. "I think he will—but men is men, my dear."
Cherry understood, and went up-stairs again with her report.