"To the mountains—up somewhere where you live."
"That should make a very enjoyable journey for you, and you should be benefitted," he said, cheerfully. "I am going home in June, and I shall hope to find you improved in health by that time. May I anticipate the pleasure of calling to inquire about your health, Miss Jarney?"
"The pleasure will be mine as well as yours, Mr. Winthrope."
"Then I may call some day?"
"You may, if—" and Edith offered up the daintiest little smile to meet his glowing looks—"if you will take me and Star to see your mountain home."
"Oh, I shall be glad to do that. I have got the nicest little sister and the finest big brother you ever saw, and my mother will cook you such a rare dinner that I know you will recover soon after eating of it."
"My! I can scarcely wait the time, Mr. Winthrope. I can already taste that dinner. When will you be there?"
"The first week in June."
"How delightful! I know I shall recover my health, once I get there. How impatient I am already! Star, is everything packed?"
"Almost, Edith," answered Star.