“Well, you see, it was this way,” began Lucile, with the air of one imparting a grave secret. “When Dad came home last night, the first thing he did was to begin asking me a lot of foolish questions—or, at least, they seemed so to me. He started something like this: ‘If you had your choice, what would you want most in the world——’”
“If he had asked me that, I wouldn’t be through yet,” Jessie broke in.
“Never mind her, Lucy,” said Evelyn. “Go on, please.”
“I felt very much that way myself, Jessie,” and Lucile nodded understandingly at the ruffled Jessie. “Well,” she went on, “I began naming over several things, and when I’d finished Dad looked so sad I thought I must have done something terrible, but when I asked him what was the matter he simply shook his head despairingly and sighed, ‘Not there, not there.’”
The girls laughed merrily.
“Oh, I can just see him,” chuckled Evelyn.
“Well, what then?” Jessie urged.
“Oh, I didn’t know what to do,” Lucile continued. “The more I asked him to explain, the more disconsolate he looked. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I left the room, saying if he didn’t want to tell me, he needn’t. Then, when I got outside the door I could hear him chuckling to himself.” 13
“Just like him,” again interposed Jessie.
“Well, all the time I knew something was coming. At dinner it came when Dad calmly announced that he was going to Europe on business and that if his family wished—imagine that, wished—he might let us go along.”