“I don’t think the mail man knows how to hurry,” said Lex. “Maybe he gets out and picks all the flowers he sees. He’s late enough most of the time, to pick a dozen bouquets.”
Elizabeth Ann giggled.
“I don’t think he picks bouquets,” she announced, “but he does read the magazines, and his horse forgets to go. I think the mail man likes the stories in magazines.”
Lex, driving Uncle Doctor’s big car as he always drove, carefully, but fast on an open road, nodded.
“Another week and we won’t care what the mail man does,” he suggested. “Mind going back to school, Elizabeth Ann?”
It was that small girl’s turn to shake her head.
“I don’t exactly mind going to school,” she explained. “I think I’ll be glad to see my Aunt Ida, too. And I know I’ll be glad to see Doris. But there is a great deal to learn, Lex.”
Lex laughed and looked down at the little figure beside him.
“Little Miss Anxious!” he teased. “You know you don’t study all the time, Elizabeth Ann. Part of the time you play. And when you are working away at those books with the great deal to learn in them, suppose you think of me, plugging away. I’ve a great deal to learn myself.”
Elizabeth Ann smiled a little. She knew when Lex was teasing her.