“Do you think Uncle Isaac up in heaven is sorry he made me heir of Kingthorpe, because of this with Bob?”
“No, I do not believe he is.”
“Are you sure of it?” Johnny’s blue eyes gazed earnestly at his mother.
“Yes. Perfectly sure.”
There was something else he wished to ask, but he scarcely liked to—perhaps it was silly. Well, he could ask Mother about it, though he wouldn’t ask any one else in the whole world.
“Mother dear, don’t you think that Bob will surely go to heaven when he dies?”
CHAPTER XII
The Umbrella Adventure
JOHNNY BLOSSOM was entirely at a loss. Here it was the best part of the vacation and not a bit of fun going on. It rained nearly every day—such disgustingly long showers that if they did ever hold up, it was too sopping wet in the grass and everywhere to do anything. Besides the wind blew very hard, but that was rather pleasant, there was so much you could do when there was a good wind—fly kites, for instance.