“Here! He’s coming here?”
“Goodness me, he’s coming!” gasped Eva. “I hope he don’t tell.”
“Don’t tell?” echoed Eileen, scornfully. “Didn’t he give his word?”
In the course of a week or so I shall write to your father, but don’t be afraid, my dears, that anything I say shall arouse suspicion. I am going to be as smart and as clever as my little Bush Nieces and concoct a letter that will make everything right. Thank you so much for your offer of happiness; you will find me a willing subject to take all you offer in that respect——
“Oh, dear!” cried Eileen; “and we haven’t any to offer him!”
“Yes, but we promised we would,” said Eva. “Whatever will we do?”
“I didn’t think he’d come,” moaned Eileen.
“He can play with Rose sometimes,” declared Doris, making a great concession.
“Play with Rose and ride the stick horses——” commenced Eileen, witheringly; but Mollie gave her a warning glance.
“Yes, Doris, we’ll all do our best.”