"I wish Uncle St. Bernard and Tommy would come," said Tessa restlessly.
"I hope you are going to be very good," said Mrs. Ralston.
"Oh yes," said Tessa rather wearily. "But I wish I hadn't begun quite so soon. Do you think Uncle St. Bernard will spoil me, Aunt Mary?"
"I hope not, dear," said Mrs. Ralston.
Tessa sighed a little. "I wonder if I shall be sick on the voyage Home. I don't want to be sick, Aunt Mary."
"I shouldn't think about it if I were you, dear," said Mrs. Ralston sensibly.
"But I want to think about it," said Tessa earnestly. "I want to think about every minute of it. I shall enjoy it so. Dear Uncle St. Bernard said in his letter the other day that we should be like the little pigs setting out to seek their fortunes. He says he is going to send me to school—only a day school though. Aunt Mary, shall I like going to school?"
"Of course you will, dear. What sensible little girl doesn't?"
"I'm sorry I'm going away from you," said Tessa suddenly. "But you'll have Uncle Jerry, won't you? Just the same as Aunt Stella will have darling Uncle Everard. I think I'm sorriest of all for poor Tommy."
"I daresay he will get over it," said Mrs. Ralston. "We will hope so anyway."