“Queer ’t they’re going to be ‘at home’ in Fair Harbor,” went on Blue. “He must have got something to do there—I wonder what. That’s only twenty miles or so from here; I think they might come up and see us.”
“Perhaps they will!” beamed Doodles. “Isn’t it nice they directed it to me? You don’t care, do you?” He cast an anxious look towards the others.
“Not a bit,” Blue assured him, while Mrs. Stickney hurried the dinner along to the accompaniment of merry talk and many surmises concerning the newly married pair.
On the succeeding noon Doodles was still more excited.
“Well, who’s married this time?” laughed Blue, as his brother waved a white envelope for greeting.
“Nobody else,” chuckled the small boy; “but just you read it!”
Blue pulled out the sheet, and read aloud:—
Sweetheart dear:—
Did you get the announcement yesterday—which would never have been but for you?
We had the tiniest wedding that ever was, with only grandpa and Aunt Sarah for guests, and here we are at Giles’s Aunt Ruth’s! She is a dear little woman who hasn’t been outdoors on her feet for twenty-five years. We shall stay only a few days, and then are going to begin housekeeping in our little nest at Fair Harbor. It is the cosiest place, all furnished and ready for us, even to a hod of coal and basket of kindlings by the stove! I can hardly wait for you to see it. Just as soon as we are settled we are coming up to carry you home with us for over Sunday. Giles has engaged with the Valentia Company, to sell their cars, and will have one to use. So we shall spin up to see you often. I think we shall keep you, sweetheart, for a fortnight or so, as you have neither silverware nor school books to make demands upon you. So get your suitcase packed. Don’t you dare say no! We shall come soon, but I will write ahead. Giles sends love to you all, as do I. Grandpa wanted me to be sure and give you his. He says he shall never forget the songs you sang to him.