“No we won’t,” said Mary Jane, “we’ll go home.”
So they went on home, just in time to cook a good warm dinner and to talk over and over again the many things they had seen in the parks.
VISITORS—AND A BOAT RIDE
One day, not so very long after the trip through the parks, the bell at the Merrills’ front door pealed long and hard. Mary Jane, whose job was answering the door, ran to the little house ’phone, and heard a loud voice shout, “Special for Merrill!”
“What’s he mean, mother?” she asked, in a puzzled voice.
“Better press the buzzer and let him in, dear,” replied Mrs. Merrill, “if he has the name right he must have something for us.”
So Mary Jane pressed the downstairs buzzer and then opened the front door. Yes, it was for them—a special delivery letter for Mrs. Merrill. Mary Jane and Alice were much excited and could hardly wait till the messenger’s book was signed and the letter was opened.
“It’s from grandma,” said Mrs. Merrill as she glanced at the writing, “and listen! This is what she says: