“We thought Mrs. Hartwell-Jones might want to buy ’em,” put in Christopher.
“Don’t you remember, grandmother,” went on Jane, “how Mrs. Hartwell-Jones said after she had sprained her ankle that she wished she had a Bath chair and when Kit asked what that was she said it was a big chair with wheels that they harnessed a pony to, to drive sick people about. So I thought——”
“We thought Mrs. Hartwell-Jones might like to buy Punch and Judy,” finished Christopher, taking advantage of Jane’s breathlessness to put the climax to her tale.
Mrs. Baker smiled.
“Bless your hearts, children, I had thought of the very same thing. We must talk it over with Mrs. Hartwell-Jones. There is plenty of time.”
“And, grandmother, Josh came to tell us dinner is ready. Please, can’t Letty come to the picnic with us?”
“There’s apple pie,” added Christopher.
Of course Huldah had made apple pie for the picnic. She would have felt obliged to make those pies—with quantities of cinnamon—if she had had to neglect her whole week’s baking to do it!
Mrs. Drake glanced at Letty’s eager, wistful face.
“You want to go, don’t you?” she said aside to her.