“I knew they were coming, I knew it!” cried Jane happily. “When will they get here, grandfather?”
Then grandfather, grandmother and Jane began talking all at once, while Christopher whistled “The Campbells are Coming” as the most appropriate tune he could think of and Mrs. Hartwell-Jones and Letty stood hand in hand, smiling upon them all happily. A few weeks ago this little scene of rejoicing would have made Letty very sorrowful, but now she had her own unspeakable joy.
Outside in the soft summer night Jo Perkins sat on the fence and waited in comfortable unconcern.
[CHAPTER XIX—SYMPTOMS OF MEASLES]
“Jane,” said Christopher to his sister three days later, “a week is an awfully short time.”
“What do you mean?” demanded Jane.
She knew that when Christopher began to speak in that tone he had, something in particular to say.
“I mean that in a week mother and father will be here and——”
“A week isn’t a short time to wait to see them when we haven’t seen them for a long, long summer,” interrupted Jane indignantly.
“Well, it’s a short time when it’s all we’ve got left of staying here, isn’t it?” retorted Christopher.