Rosemary's eyes began to shine.
"Oh, Hugh, tell us!" she begged. "I know you have some perfectly lovely plan—tell us what it is."
But the doctor's smile was enigmatic and the two words he vouchsafed a conundrum to them all.
"Rainbow Hill," was the answer he made to every question.
Winnie, always an ally of the doctor's, appealed to, could give no help. "If you studied geography more and cats less, Sarah," she informed that small girl who insisted on repeated questioning, "you might be able to tell me. I've told you before that I know nothing at all about this Rainbow Hill."
And Rosemary, waylaying her brother with carefully planned nonchalance, fared no more successfully.
"You can't wheedle any news out of me, my dear," announced Doctor Hugh, his eyes twinkling. "All in good time—and after Mother, you'll be the first to be told. Patience is a virtue, Rosemary."
And then he ducked to escape the porch cushion she sent whirling toward him.