The first letter he dropped impatiently, muttering, “No good.” After a glance at the signature of the second he said “Ah” softly.
When he had finished it, he jumped up and seizing Chicken Little with one hand and Gertie by the other, spun them round the room so fast he made their heads swim.
“Blessed be paper dolls and little girls! One sentence in that letter will do the work or I am no lawyer! Go home and look through the other papers and see if you can find any more, though I don’t believe we need them.”
If there had been any person left to get married, Chicken Little would have been sure the family was preparing for another wedding during the next few weeks. Her father and mother had their heads together over something most of the time. Once she found her mother crying and she seemed grave and worried.
“I wish people weren’t always having secrets,” Jane complained to Ernest.
“It won’t be a secret very long, Sis. They’ll tell you as soon as they really truly decide.”