Dora at once turned to Mother. “I will tell you when you have eaten your porridge,” said Mrs. Merrill. “Your breakfast is getting cold, Dora. Eat your oatmeal and drink your milk.”
“No eat—no go,” said Uncle Dan.
“Dan, keep still,” said Mrs. Merrill. “Begin to eat, Dora.”
Dora was too happy to feel hungry, but she knew the oatmeal must go down and that she must eat an egg and a slice of toast. When she had almost finished, Mrs. Merrill told the plan.
“I had a letter, too, from Miss Chandler,” she said. “She has invited you and Lucy to come into Boston to-morrow morning and stay with her until Sunday afternoon.”
“Mother! May we?” exclaimed Lucy and Dora in one breath.
“I never went to Boston but twice in my life,” said Lucy.
“I never visited anybody over night,” said Dora and then they both said, “Mother, do let us!”
“Father and I are willing you should go,” replied Mrs. Merrill. “Miss Chandler sent a dollar to pay for your tickets, and Father will put you on the eight o’clock train and Miss Chandler will meet you in the North Station.”