HARKING BACK TO CENTERVILLE
Mrs. Morton was sitting by the dining room window one afternoon about a week later, busily knitting.
“Here comes Father, Jane. Run out and get the mail. There should be a letter from Alice telling about the wedding and when they are coming.”
“Oh, I do hope there is!” Chicken Little flew out the door and down the path to the road where Father was unloading bundles before he drove on to the stables.
“From Alice? Yes, and one from Katy and Gertie, and three for Marian. She’s the popular lady this time.” Dr. Morton handed out the treasures.
“Hurry, Mother,” Chicken Little fairly wriggled 28with eagerness as she tossed the letters into her mother’s lap.
“Don’t be so impatient, child! Little ladies should cultivate repose of manner. Where are my spectacles? I was sure I laid them on the desk.”