“Where do you want to go, Minerva?” said Ethel.
“Why, James is just crazy to take me down to town to see the parade.”
“Who else is going?”
“No one on’y him an’ me. He brought his father’s wagon.”
“I guess there’ll be no objection, Minerva,” said Ethel. “When will you be back?”
“Oh, time for dinner.”
“Yes, you may go Minerva,” said Ethel, and Minerva clapped her hands. “Country ain’t so bad when you know it,” said she.
She went out into the kitchen, and I said,
“I have a kind of notion that James is going to invite us to go down with them. Now that would be extremely simple and would probably strike Mrs. Guernsea as being very original, but I think it will be better if I hire his rig and get him to drive us down and we’ll stay there all day and take dinner at the hotel, and come back by moonlight.”
Ethel took a turn at hand clapping.