"Why, hello, papa! Back already?"
They dropped darning and magazine and flew to welcome him home.
"Come and sit down!" "My, it seemed a long time!" "We had lots of fun, father." "Was it a nice conference?" "Mr. James sent us two bushels of potatoes!" "We're going to have chicken to-morrow—the Ladies' Aiders sent it with their farewell love." "Wasn't it a dandy day?"
"Well, it's all settled."
"Yes, we supposed it would be. Was the conference good? We read accounts of it every day, and acted stuck-up when it said nice things about you."
"We are to—"
"Ju-just a minute, father," interrupted Connie anxiously. "We don't care a snap where it is, honestly we don't. We're just crazy about it, wherever it is. We've got it all settled. You needn't be afraid to tell us."
"Afraid to tell us!" mocked the twins indignantly. "What kind of slave-drivers do you think we are?"
"Of course we don't care where we go," explained Lark. "Haven't we been a parsonage bunch long enough to be tickled to death to be sent any place?"
"Father knows we're all right. Go on, daddy, who's to be our next flock?"