“I wouldn’t mind if I was learning to be a doctor—like you,” she said. “You like to study, because you want to hurry up and be a doctor.”
The car had come in sight of the house where Elizabeth Ann, her Uncle Doctor and Cousin Nellie had been spending the summer.
“When I was your age,” said Lex, driving across the dry and burned lawn straight toward the long, low windows, “when I was your age, I suspect I was studying just about the same lessons you’ll have this winter—arithmetic, and spelling and so forth.”
The car stopped, and Cousin Nellie stepped through one of the windows—they were really more like doors than windows.
“Did you bring the mail, Lex?” she asked eagerly.
“Yes’m,” answered Lex, handing her the package of letters and papers and magazines, tied together with a string. “Everything’s there.”
Elizabeth Ann climbed out of the car and went around to the kitchen to see if Lyn didn’t know a girl who needed cookies. Lyn often knew a girl who needed cookies to keep her from starving, and strangely enough that girl was usually Elizabeth Ann.
Though it was the first week in September, it was still very warm. Elizabeth Ann found Lyn finishing the ironing on the side porch, and she sat down to talk to her. She had only known Lyn since Uncle Doctor had come to Cally for the summer, but they were great friends now. Lyn was a tall, pleasant-faced girl and her real name you’ll never guess so we’ll have to tell you—it was Patricia Gwendolyn Matilda Barr.
“I’m awfully sorry you’re going home next week,” said Lyn over her shoulder, as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Elizabeth Ann thought she went to get a hot iron and Lyn did, but she also brought back a plate of cookies and put it down on the top step beside Elizabeth Ann.