“All right,” agreed the little girl, sitting up; “but—but—how did I get here?”
“You were rather restless; so I brought you out here with me—” began Desiré.
“And you slept in the chair! Oh, you must be so tired, Dissy. Why did you do it?”
“I’m all right, dear. Never mind about it. Don’t say anything of it to any one!”
“Why?” asked Priscilla, wondering at her sister’s earnestness.
“Because Jack might be afraid I was too tired to start out today, and—”
“Oh, are we really going this morning?” demanded Priscilla, her mind immediately occupied with the exciting prospect.
“Yes; and it’s going to be a glorious day.”
The sound of their voices roused the others; and while breakfast was being prepared, and the house set in order—for Desiré would not leave their hostess any extra work—Jack got the team and wagon ready for departure. At nine o’clock, after reluctant and affectionate farewells had been exchanged, Jack gathered up the reins. Beside him sat Desiré, and directly back of them on little stools were Priscilla and René.
“Now, remember,” repeated Mrs. Chaisson, handing a lunch basket to Desiré, “that this is your home whenever you are in Yarmouth, or any other time you need one. And whenever you can, let me hear how you’re getting on. We’ll be thinking of you all the time.”