Elizabeth Ann looked at him critically.
“You look all right,” she observed. “I don’t believe you need any.”
And Elizabeth Ann was right. If ever a boy looked sturdy and well and happy, that boy was Ted Mason. He couldn’t even feel sorry for himself because there was really nothing to feel sorry about.
Elizabeth Ann heard a purring sound behind her back and there was Tony, her white cat. He climbed into her lap and she stroked him gently.
“If I go to the country, could I take Tony, do you suppose?” she asked. “I couldn’t take him to Aunt Ida’s school, but perhaps in the country it will be different.”
Lansing didn’t know. Neither did Ted.
“You’ll have to ask Mother,” they both said.
Cousin Nellie and Aunt Jennie came out on the porch just then and Aunt Jennie sat down beside Elizabeth Ann, while Cousin Nellie took the rocking chair.
“How would you like to go and visit Doris’s great uncle, dear?” asked Aunt Jennie.
Elizabeth Ann blinked. She often got herself tangled up thinking about her relatives, and here she was being asked to think about Doris’s relatives.