“Oh, thank you, I can send them quite easily. There is always some one driving into the village. But are you sure that you want them again so soon? You must not let them bother you.”
Grandmother did not want the twins to become a nuisance to any one, although in her secret heart of grandmother-hearts, she did not see how any one could see too much of Jane or Christopher.
Christopher said his good-bye very politely but very briefly.
“Please, grandmother,” he said, “will you wait for me a minute? I’ve got to speak to Bill Carpenter about some very important business.”
He bolted around the corner of the house and Jane’s lip quivered. She felt suddenly offended. What important business could Christopher have that he had not confided to her?
After their guests had gone, Mrs. Hartwell-Jones drew Letty down to a low stool beside her chair and said:
“My dear, has any one ever told you that you sing very well?”
Letty flushed crimson with surprise and delight.
“Oh, do I?” she cried. “I’d rather be able to sing than anything in this wide, wide world! It is so wonderful! But nobody ever told me I could sing. I have never had any lessons, you know.”
“And did you never sing to any of your teachers, in school or Sunday-school?”