“To think that you know somebody who writes books! Oh, how I wish I could see her!” she exclaimed impulsively.
Jane stared thoughtfully for a moment at the ponies and then said quickly:
“Oh, Kit, let’s ask grandfather if Letty mayn’t drive the ponies out to Sunnycrest herself. Then she can see Mrs. Hartwell-Jones.”
“And we can show her the farm, too. That would be jolly,” agreed Christopher. “I speak to ride with Letty in the chariot.”
Letty burst out laughing. She was feeling very much excited over the children’s plan.
“I shouldn’t have to drive the chariot,” she said. “Mr. Drake still has the little carriage I used to use at Willow Grove. Do you remember?”
“And I’ll ask grandmother about getting you a place,” said Jane confidentially to Letty, with a little air of importance. “Perhaps Huldah would like somebody to help her in the kitchen. It would be nice if you could stay with us, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh, that would be too good to be true!” cried Letty, bursting into tears again at the very thought of such happiness.
“Oh, shucks!” exclaimed Christopher, turning his back.
Crying always embarrassed him.