"Here I am, Aunt Mary! Here I am, Aunt Pamela!" she cried.
There was a note of joy in the bright young voice; and Marigold's face, as she bent over the banisters and watched her aunts ascend the stairs, wore its sunniest smile.
"Please come into my room," she said. "I have had a letter from mother, and I want you both to hear what she says."
They followed her into her bedroom, and took the chairs she placed for them, wondering what good news she had received. Marigold perched herself on a corner of her bed, and proceeded to read her mother's letter aloud. After she had finished, there was a brief silence, then—
"I am glad your brothers are going to have a nice change," Miss Holcroft said, with a slightly nervous glance at her sister.
Miss Pamela turned her piercing dark eyes on Marigold, as she inquired—
"Is it pleasure on their account that has put you into such a state of excitement, child?"
"Yes, Aunt Pamela! I felt so unhappy to think that I was going to have a holiday, and they were not! It seemed so hard for them! But now it has all come right, hasn't it? How good people are! Fancy that Mrs. Munro thinking of our boys!"
"She must be a kind-hearted woman," Miss Holcroft remarked cordially.
"Yes," Miss Pamela agreed thoughtfully. "These Munros are rich people, it seems?" she added.