“Telegram for Merrill!” shouted a voice through the tube and Mary Jane pressed the buzzer in a hurry—a telegram usually meant something exciting.
It was addressed to Mrs. Merrill and said, “Have all tickets and hotel reservations. You and the girls must come.” And it was signed by Mrs. Merrill’s brother.
“If that isn’t just like a college boy!” laughed Mrs. Merrill. “For weeks he doesn’t answer a letter and then he telegraphs! Girls,” she added, “let’s go! Wouldn’t you like to go to Boston and see the college and the ocean and the White Mountains—and—everything?”
“Oh, mother, really?” exclaimed Mary Jane. (She felt as though she must be dreaming, things were happening so fast!)
“But what about the summer home?” asked Alice.
“Don’t you worry about the summer home,” Mr. Merrill assured her, “we’ll have that summer home just the same. You girls take your trip east. You won’t be gone more than a couple of weeks—and what are two weeks out of a whole summer? And before you go, we’ll get the shack all planned and when you come back we’ll move out.”
“Goody! Goody! Goody!” cried Mary Jane happily, “then I can see Uncle Hal and ride on the train and dig a garden and everything!”
And if you want to hear all about Mary Jane’s beautiful trip to Boston and the White Mountains, the fun she had sight-seeing and the jolly party on “Class Day,” you must read—
| “Mary Jane in New England” |