“Any how,” said Buster to Ted, “we can have our dog.”
“And a dandy new collar,” appended Ted.
Nancy was waiting a chance to finish her announcements, and in a little lull she again called out:
“Mr. Sanders and Miss Sanders are entertaining tomorrow evening at the Waterfall House. Every body is invited! And you will be treated there to some real samples of our cakes!”
“Now I call that lov-el-lee,” declared Miss Townsend, shaking her new hat at every syllable. “And these cakes,” (the girls were passing them) “are de-lic-ious.”
Nancy was very happy. She tugged at her mother’s arm and cuddled her head against the loving shoulder, just as she had always done in her great moments.
“Isn’t it lov-ell-lee, Mums,” she whispered.
“A complete—success!” murmured the mother.
And the next morning half, if not all, of Long Leigh trooped up the hill to inspect the wonderfully outfitted and “infitted” cistern, that had so long escaped notice, on the grounds of the old, stone house.
“I was going to look down that cistern first chance I got,” Nancy confessed. “But being successful is such a busy—business,” she joked, “that I think it will be a delightful change to begin a real vacation with mother tomorrow.”