"If I find any of these people I'll convey all your messages to the best of my ability," promised the minister.
"Thank you. Then I'll go out now to the nasturtiums," sighed the girl, contentedly.
All too soon the visit came to a close, and all too soon Carlos appeared with the carriage. Then came hurried good-byes, full of laughter, tears, and promises, with all the Jones family except the mother, grouped upon the steps—and the mother's chair was close to the window.
"Oh, Happy Hexagons, Happy Hexagons,
Come again another day.
Oh, don't forget me, Happy Hexagons,
When you are so far away!"
chanted Quentina, waving one handkerchief, and wiping her eyes with another.
"Girls, quick!—give her the Texas yell," cried Genevieve in a low voice; "only say 'Quentina' at the end instead of my name. Now, remember—'Quentina'!" she finished excitedly.
"Good!" exulted Tilly. "Of course we will! Now count, Cordelia."
A moment later, Quentina's amazed, delighted ears heard:
"Texas, Texas, Tex—Tex—Texas!
Texas, Texas, Rah! Rah! Rah!
Quentina!"