“So does bed; but I feel as if it were six in the morning and I couldn’t get the shutters open!”
“I wonder if Mr. Ogilvie will think me fit to go in for matriculation for the next term?” said Armine.
“And I ought to go up for lectures,” said Jock, who had been reading hard all this time under directions from Dr. Medlicott. “I might go on before, and see that the house is put in order before you come home, mother.”
“Home! It sounds more like going home than ever going back to Belforest did!”
“And we’ll make it the very moral of the old times. We’ve got all the old things!”
“What do you know about the old times—baby that you are and were?” said Jock.
“The Drakes move to-morrow,” said his mother. “I must write to your aunt and Richards about sending the things from Belforest. We must have it at its best before Ali comes home.”
“All right!” said Babie. “You know our own things have only to go back into their places, and the Drake carpets go on. It will be such fun; as nice as the getting into the Folly!”
“Nice you call that?” said her mother. “All I remember is the disgrace we got into and the fright I was in! I wonder what the old home will bring us?”
“Life and spirit and action,” cried Babie. “Oh, I’m wearying for the sound of the wheels and the flow of people!”