"Jerauld Travis. What a pretty name! And she's just your age, Gyp!"
But Gyp refused to be delighted at this fact.
Then Mrs. Westley, relieved that the children had consented, even though ungraciously, to the change in their household, slipped the letter back into its envelope. "I'll write to Uncle Johnny right away," and she hurried from the room, a little fearful, perhaps, of the cloud that was noticeably darkening Isobel's face.
"I think it's horrid," Isobel cried when she knew her mother was out of hearing.
"What you got to kick about? How'd you like it if you was me with another girl around?"
"If you was I," corrected Gyp, loftily. "I think maybe it'll be nice."
"You won't when she's here! And probably Uncle Johnny'll like her better than any of us." Which added much to the flame of poor Isobel's jealousy.
"Well, I shall just pay no more attention to her than's if she was a—a boarder!" Isobel had a very vague idea as to how boarders were usually treated. "And it's silly to think that Uncle Johnny will like her better than us—she's just a poor child he feels sorry for."
"Do you suppose mountain people dress differently from us?" asked Tibby.
Graham promptly answered: "Yes, silly—she'll wear goatskin—and she'll yodel."