“Yes, but you say it, too.”
Willie looks so well and is getting real fat, and has a lovely colour now, and he’s so nice and cheerful and pleasant and kind that we would all love him to stay longer; so I am sure, dear Mrs. Gray, that you will not refuse our request, and that Willie will never forget you for it.
There was much more in the same strain, and then signatures were attached; but I think it was a little note that Mother enclosed that made Mrs. Grey decide to let her little boy remain till November, and there was great rejoicing when the decision arrived.
“We’re real good at writing letters,” said Eva, somewhat proudly.
“Yes, that was a bonser one about me. I don’t know how you thought of it all.”
“Oh, we can think all right,” said Eileen. “I wouldn’t wonder if we made some money some day thinking out inventions and patents and all those kind of things.”
“Well, when I grow up I’ll help you,” declared Willie. “If you want any money just come along to me.”
He felt very grateful for that letter, as he thought of the good free time before him.
“How will you make the money?” asked Eileen.
“Oh, I’ll manage that, all right! I haven’t decided yet, but I’ll have it so you needn’t be afraid to come for a loan. I won’t forget old friends....”