But it really turned out to mean a great deal more,—which is another story!
Chapter III
MR. DELIGHT’S SURPRISE
“Where is my happy, sunny, good-tempered, busy little daughter Betsey?” asked Mother playfully, one morning.
“She’s ’way inside of me,” said Betsey, dolefully. “So far I can’t find her.”
“What drove her in?” inquired Mother, tossing away her duster and sitting down on the couch.
“I think Mary’s going away to the country drove her in,” replied Betsey, slowly. “She’s going tomorrow and stay five weeks!”
“Why-e-e!” exclaimed Mother. “If here isn’t a tear! A great, big, round, wet tear! Whatever shall we do?”
Betsey laughed a little, and wiped her eyes with Mother’s soft handkerchief. “But you see I won’t have anyone to play with,” she said, “and I shall be lonesome.”
“What about Mary?” suggested Mother. “Don’t you think she’ll be lonesome too? Now I think this would be a good plan,—the very first moment you begin to miss Mary, just begin to make something nice to send her.”
“O I think so, too!” cried Betsey.