"Nice and selfish," suggested Alfred.
"You never lived with Tom Randall," observed Sally. "There he comes now, and don't you dare tell what I told you."
"Won't I though?"
"Oh, no, you won't, Alfred. Wait a minute," she called, "I want to tell you something. I'm still hoping about the Mulvaneys; they would have such a good time in the country!"
CHAPTER II
SALLY BROWN'S NEW IDEA
The following Saturday Tom Randall heard some news.
"You can't guess the latest!" he shouted, as he ran up the stairs three steps at a time, reaching the door of the sewing-room out of breath, and beaming with smiles.
"It must be something good," ventured Sally, forgetting to pull basting threads in her eagerness to hear more.
Cornelia Mary looked doubtfully at her brother. "Well, what is it?" she asked.