How would they like it! The mere thought made them jerk and prance and squeal!
"Because I think I'm going to work on the paper with Uncle Jake and write my book on the side. So that would mean we'd have to live here all the time."
"And I could go to school at Julian's school!" cried Portia.
"And I could go to school at Davey's!" cried Foster.
"And we'd learn how to ski—"
"And ice-skate and wear snowshoes."
"And go to see Aunt Minnehaha and Uncle Pin all winter long!"
"And Gulliver would like it so much better," said Foster, sounding a virtuous, unselfish note.
"Of course we'll have to put heat in the house and pretty soon at that," Mr. Blake said. "Probably electricity, too."
"There goes the Hepplewhite breakfront," Mrs. Blake remarked cryptically. "But it's worth it."