Etta’s face fell and she frowned disconsolately at the carpet. Her aunt suspected something was troubling her.
“Couldn’t you tell me what’s on your mind, now?”
“Oh, it wasn’t anything particular; I wanted to ask your advice, and I thought we’d have a talk as we went down in the train.”
A bright light suddenly came into the girl’s face.
“Is it Miss Holland you’re going to see, Aunt Janny? Won’t you let me go with you? Remember I met her that day she was here to lunch? She’s perfectly sweet! I’d just love to visit the Navy Yard!”
“Well, I don’t think you’ll find many ensigns or lieutenants hanging about on Sunday.”
“Oh, but it would be lots of fun, just the same! I’ll ‘phone Moth’ I’m with you and take a late train this aft! Please say yes, Aunt Janny,—please say yes!”
The girl was jumping up and down in eagerness.
“Well-l,” her aunt said with an amused but doubtful smile, “I don’t see what you’d get out of it, particularly.”
“I’d just love the trip, and I’d like being with you, Aunt Janny,—really I would!”