"I guess you aren't the only one that wishes that," cut in several longing voices.
"Well, we'll take you all now—if you'll go," retorted Genevieve, merrily.
"All—did you say?" challenged Harold Day.
"Yes, all," nodded Genevieve, emphatically. "We'd be glad to have you, every one of you."
"Well, I begin to think you would—now that I've seen Texas," sighed Tilly. "But I suppose we shall have to content ourselves till you come back this time."
"And this wonderful little rhyming dictionary, as Miss Tilly calls her—does she come back with you?" asked O. B. J. Holmes.
"Maybe. She comes next fall, anyway, before school begins," smiled Genevieve.
"Well, what I want to know is, if you are going to do any more Texas missionary work," suggested Charlie Brown.
"Pooh! She doesn't do that there—she does that here," cut in Tilly.
"There isn't any more to do, anyway," declared the exact Cordelia, happily. "She's got everything fixed even down to Elsie's—" She stopped just in time, but already Genevieve had interposed hurriedly: