“And I am C. C., so I don’t have much choice,” said Christopher.
“When I get my map of Delaware painted and fixed and I’ve lived there awhile, I’ll come and live in Colorado with you, Christopher.”
“I’m going to begin with Pennsylvania,” said Peggy. “I’m going to play the game in the right way. But where can Uncle Joe live? In Jersey with the New left off?”
“As I’m uncle to half the children I know, I feel justified in taking up my residence in the State of Utah,” he said.
“Mother,” Diana called out, as Mrs. Carter passed the door, “do come in; you can live in any of eight States, beginning with an M—Maine, Massachusetts—”
“My mother can, too,” Peggy interrupted. “Her name is Mary. What is your mother’s name?”
“Her name is Mary, too.”
The two little girls wondered at the coincidence.
“Tom can only live in Tennessee or Texas,” said Diana.
“I’m going to live in Texas,” said Tom. “Uncle Joe has been there. He said he saw a prairie fire once and it looked like the waves of the sea. And at the ranch where he was, the turkeys roosted in trees and the moon looked as big as a cart wheel.”