"No, there isn't. School will be out in a week, and Babbie wants to give a house party and have our little bunch at his home for a few days this summer. He wants to set the date, and I can't tell him when because I do not know when you are going to auntie's."
They sat around the breakfast table, Prudence and Fairy and their father, talking of the summer. The twins and Connie had long since excused themselves, and even now could be heard shouting gaily in the field beyond the old red barn.
Prudence looked restlessly from one to the other, when her sister insisted upon an answer.
"Why," she began, "I've about decided not to go to Aunt Grace's this summer."
Fairy rapped on the table with the spoon she held in her hand. "Don't be silly! You have to go. You've never had a vacation in your life, and father promised Aunt Grace on his reputation as a minister, didn't you, papa?"
"Yes, I promised all right."
"But, papa! I do not have to go, do I? A whole month,—oh, honestly, I do not want to."
"Why don't you? Last fall you were wild about it. Don't you remember dreaming——"
"Oh, but that was last fall," said Prudence, smiling softly, and unconsciously she lifted one hand to where a bulky letter nestled inside her dress. "I didn't know I was going to sprain my ankle, and be so useless. It may be two weeks yet before I can walk on it."
"What has that got to do with it?"