“Isn’t it?” he appealed to her in his turn.
She roused herself.
“Oh no! I’ve practically decided it all. Aunt Adela will expect me to make up her mind, just as Gran’papa does for her now. It will work all right.”
“There are all those eggs and things to be seen to when I’m away. And not a maid I can trust!” He laughed; yet there was a touch of real injury in his tone. “I suppose you haven’t thought of that?”
“Oh, Justin—I’d stay if I could,” said Laura piteously. “You don’t suppose I shall enjoy leaving—home?”
“Well, but—look here——” He paused again.
“I shall be back for all the holidays,” she consoled herself and him. “And your mother isn’t bed-ridden, you know. There’ll be plenty to take my place.”
“Yes, but she’ll miss you.”
“I hope so,” said Laura wistfully.
He flushed.