“I didn’t know Aunt Margaret kept house,” said Lucy.
“It isn’t a real house,” said Mrs. Merrill, “that is, not like this one. She has some rooms in a big building.”
“Mother!” said Dora, “oh, Mother, may I take Aunt Margaret a piece of my birthday cake?”
“How do you know there will be a birthday cake?” asked Mrs. Merrill.
“Because there always is,” said Dora.
CHAPTER VII
ABOUT BOSTON
You may be sure that Lucy and Dora did not oversleep next morning. For supper there had been pink ice-cream and a proper birthday cake with nine pink candles, and the holiday feeling lasted all night.
Father took them to the station and put them on the train. He spoke to the conductor and then to Lucy.