“Isn’t that grand!” Eleanor was enthusiastic—then her face suddenly clouded.
“When will Father go?” she asked.
“Not until the middle of September, Eleanor. He and Bob are to come visit us the first of the month, and you are to be with us from now on.”
“You’re to be my sister!” Mary Frances laughed.
“And you may call me Mother, if you wish, dear,” added Mary Frances’ mother.
“Oh, it seems so cozy and lovely!” sighed the little girl.
“Well, now, my girlies, since the secrets are told, why not get Billy to help you plant the wild flower seeds?”
“All right!” they cried, jumping up and kissing her before they ran away.
“Oh, Billy! Billy!” they shouted as they saw him in the garden.
“Here come ‘our twins’,” laughed Billy, turning toward his father. “I wonder what’s up.”