“We all have heads,” answered Phoebe; “only our brains don’t lead us to delve in politics or seek public offices.”
“Mine do,” asserted her brother. “I’m goin’ to be awful great, myself, some day. If the Little Mother’s cousin can be governor, there’s no reason I shouldn’t become a—a——”
“A policeman,” said Becky, helping him finish the sentence. “But you’ll have to grow up first, Don.”
This conversation did not seem to annoy Cousin Judith in the least. On the contrary she was amused by the excitement the coming of the Great Man caused in their little circle.
“I wonder if the Randolphs would lend us their automobile to bring him from the station,” mused Phoebe, at luncheon.
“How absurd!” said Judith. “Cousin John has two feet, just like other men, and he’ll be glad to use them.”
“Will the band turn out?” asked Don.
“No. You mustn’t tell anyone of this visit, for the Riverdale people would rush to see their governor and that would spoil his quiet visit with us. Keep very quiet about it until after he has gone—all of you.”
“What’ll we do about the Marching Club, Don?” asked Becky. “They were to meet on our grounds after school, but now that the Great Man is coming—”
“You need not alter your plans at all,” said Judith. “I want you to do just as you are accustomed to do. Be yourselves, my dears, and treat Cousin John as if he were one of the family, which he really is. You mustn’t let his coming disturb you in any way, for that would embarrass and grieve him. He has no family of his own and it will delight him to be received here as a relative and a friend, rather than as a great statesman.”