"Wouldn't he like to, if he could?" continued Nelly.
"I guess not," said the girl, "we mean to get used to it. We can't afford to move. Father owns the place, and he has no chance to sell it. The farm is good, too. We raise the best cabbages and potatoes around here. Guess you've been nutting, haven't you?"
"Yes," said Bessie, with some pride, "we have those two baskets and this bag full."
"Is it much fun?" asked the girl pleasantly.
"Splendid," said Bessie; "don't you ever try it?"
"No; I'm always too sick in nut season—have the shakes. But I do believe I should like to some time. Are you two little girls going soon again?"
"I don't know," said Bessie, "may be so. If we do, shan't we stop and see if you are able to go along? Your house isn't much out of the way; we can stop just as well as not."
The pale girl looked quite gratified at these words of Bessie, but said that she didn't know whether the "shakes" would allow her.
"Well," said Bessie, "we will stop for you, anyway. My mother would say, I am sure, that the walk would do you good. Good-by. I hope you will all get better soon."