"But Roxy--" Mrs. Robbins hesitated.
"Oh, Mother, do it, do it," came in a quick outburst from Kit, standing back against the wall. "It would be perfectly dandy for all of us and would do Dad a world of good!"
"We wouldn't mind a bit. We'd love it, wouldn't we, Dorrie?" Helen squeezed Doris's hand to be sure she would answer in the affirmative. "We'd all help you."
Doris was silent, still too bewildered at the outlook to express an opinion.
"I shouldn't mind for myself, but we must think of the girls--their schooling and what environment means at their age. I suppose Jean could be left at school."
"Thought she was all through school," came from Cousin Roxana.
"I am, only I've been taking lessons in town this winter in a special course, arts and crafts, you know, and next fall I was going into the regular classes at the National Academy of Design."
"What for, child?" Roxy's gray eyes twinkled behind her glasses. "Going to be an artist?"
"Not exactly pictures," Jean answered with dignity. "Conventionalized designs."
"Well, whatever it is, I guess it will hold over for a year while you go up to the country and learn to keep house. Kit here can go to High School. It's seven miles away, but our young folks drive down and put up their horses at Tommy Burke's stable in East Pomfret, and take the trolley over from there. It's real handy."