“How different boys and girls are, from the very beginning,” said grandfather soberly, as if he had just made a great discovery. “The girls love their dollies and the boys their swimming holes.”
“Do you realize that you are quoting Tennyson, after a fashion?” smiled grandmother, and she recited:
“‘Man for the field and woman for the hearth;
Man for the sword and for the needle she.’
“Something else has taken place while you were away. Mrs. Hartwell-Jones has taken a great fancy to Letty.”
Grandfather and grandmother exchanged very knowing glances at this. They had often wondered, since the little circus girl had gone to live with Mrs. Hartwell-Jones, if something more would not come of the arrangement.
“It would be a great thing for Letty,” said grandmother at last. “Mrs. Hartwell-Jones believes that the child has a good singing voice.”
“Well, I am sure I should be thankful to see the little girl happy,” said grandfather. “Letty is a good child and will repay any kindness Mrs. Hartwell-Jones does for her, I am sure. Have you finished with Kit’s letter, my dear?”
Grandmother caught up the letter from her lap and turned to the beginning.
“Do they say anything about the date they are to sail?” She asked the question with mingled feelings. She would be very glad to see her son and daughter-in-law again, of course, but their return to America meant the departure of the twins from Sunnycrest and it really seemed too soon to end their happy visit. The summer had been very short.
Two or three days later, grandfather opened the new program of events which he had planned.