Honest, I jumped. I never was so surprised.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Because I do," said Jill. "I knew it yesterday at church and I think it is so romantic."
"I don't see how you can tell," I said—and I didn't.
"You'll understand better when you get older," said Jill. Sometimes Jill talks as if she were a hundred years older than I am, instead of being a twin. And really, sometimes I think she is older.
"I didn't think ministers ever fell in love," I protested.
"Some do," said Jill sagely. "Mr. Grinnell wouldn't ever, I suppose. But Dick is different. I'd like him for a husband myself. But he'd be too old for me by the time I grew up, so I suppose I'll have to let Aunt Tommy have him. It will be all in the family anyhow—that is one comfort. I think Aunt Tommy ought to have me for a flower girl and I'll wear pink silk clouded over with white chiffon and carry a big bouquet of roses."
"Jill, you take my breath away," I said, and she did. My imagination couldn't travel as fast as that. But after I had thought the idea over a bit I liked it. It was a good deal like a book; and, besides, a minister is a respectable thing to have in a family.
"We must help them all we can," said Jill.
"What can we do?" I asked.