Dorothy carefully put away her violin and ran to Aunt Betty telling her she had some brand new news.
“Let it wait, Dorothy,” said Aunt Betty, “till we are all at the dinner table. Come, Jim,” and then they all went to the table, Jim saying as he did that music sure did give him an appetite, and that that must be the reason they had music at so many of the New York hotels at meal time, or, as Dorothy corrected him, at dinner.
CHAPTER II.
ALFARETTA’S LETTER.
“Alfa, Alfy,” called Ma Babcock. “Come ’ere quick, there’s something ’ere fer ye.”
“Ma, where are you,” yelled Alfy from the barnyard.
“’Ere in the kitchen,” answered Ma Babcock.
“All right,” said Alfy. “Dunno as I know what you want,” she continued to herself. “What is it, ma?”