“Oh, yes, and every summer henceforth, so long as I live, please the Lord.”
“Then come and spend this next one with us among the wooded hills of Maryland.”
“May I? Thank you! I certainly will do so, with pleasure, if I am spared. Good-night, my dear. Good-night, little Owl!”
So, after shaking hands with Roma, and kissing Owlet, the lawyer left the room.
Soon after this Roma rang her bell, and when it was answered by Tom she gave him a parting “remembrance” for himself and one for his mother.
Tom grinned with delight, and then suddenly “boo-hooed” at the thought that his friends were going away.
“Don’t cry. I dare say you and auntie can come and spend your summer holiday with us, too,” said Owlet.
“Oh, yes, Tom,” added Roma, “if ever you or your mother would like to change city work for country work, come to me, and you shall have employment. Stay, I will give you my address, so that you can write or get a letter written whenever you please.”
She took a card, wrote her full address, and gave it to the boy.
Tom stopped howling as he pocketed it, and said: