"Yes. Mildred and I feel ourselves quite experienced travelers."
"Shall you be satisfied to settle down now for a time?"
"I can hardly tell. We have formed a dangerous habit."
"Are you"—Jack looked busily into his plate—"Are you stopping at home—at the old house?"
"We have no home yet. We mean to settle down some day and make one."
"Why, have you parted with that dear old place, Mrs. Van Tassel?" asked Mrs. Ogden sonorously, helping herself again to chicken salad.
"Mrs. Van Tassel finds it rather large for her purposes, I fancy," answered Jack quickly, "and our old housekeeper mourns her defection; but we haven't parted with the place. I was there in January, Clover, and Jeanie shed a few tears in her homesickness for you. I haven't seen her yet this time. Page and I only got in yesterday, and we went to the Great Northern."
Jack did not add that this unusual step was taken because he hoped that Clover and her sister might have returned and taken advantage of the invitation he sent them long ago through Miss Berry.
"Do you know how steadily I have clung to Boston of late?" he continued.
"Aunt Love wrote me you were there with your cousin. Are you going to adopt it as your home?"