Mere words failed to express the excitement and delight of the children as they fully realized what Uncle Ben meant.
“Oh,” said Betty, “I’ve never been to a theatre in my life—and to think of going to one in New York, oh!”
“Neither have I, Betty,” replied May. “Can you go?”
“Will mother go with us, Uncle Ben?” asked Ruth.
“Most assuredly, for you Blue Birds will have to have a Mother Wing to cover you—and Aunt Selina, too, if she will come,” said Uncle Ben.
“When can we go?” asked Don, eagerly.
“Have you decided to come?” teased Uncle Ben.
The storm of acceptance made him laugh.
“Well, then, let’s say a week from next Saturday, if everyone can arrange it for that time. I will invite my friends to be at our party at six o’clock sharp, for afterward we will have to come home on the nine o’clock train.”
“And will some of those real publishers be there, Uncle Ben?” asked Ned, sceptically.