Miss Jane turned with a sigh.
"Yes, it's very lovely, of course, Genevieve—but I must confess it isn't lovely to me this morning."
"Why, Miss Jane!"
"I had planned to go to Boston. In fact it seems as if I must go. But I have waked up with a sore throat and every evidence of a bad cold; and I'm afraid I don't dare to go—not with all this new snow on the ground and dampness in the air."
"Couldn't I go, Miss Jane? I was going to ask to go, anyway. I find there are three more things I want to get, and I know I can't find them here."
"But you have never been to Boston alone, my dear."
"I suppose everybody has to have a first time," laughed Genevieve; "and I'm not a mite afraid. Besides, I know the way perfectly, all through the shopping district; and all I have to do then is just to take the car for the North Station and the train home. I reckon I know how to do that all right!"
Miss Jane frowned and shook her head slowly.
"I know; but—I hate to let you do it, Genevieve, only I—it seems as if I must go myself!"
Mrs. Kennedy looked up reassuringly.