"Oh no, grandpapa! I used to climb about everywhere when I lived in the Green Mountains."
"So much the better for you. And do you like it here as well as you did in the mountains?"
"I should if mother was here," said Amity, in a voice which shook a little.
The Judge pressed Amity's little fat hand warmly, but he did not speak just then. Presently he said in a cheerful tone:
"If you like mountains so well, we will go over to the Mountain House some time and spend a week. Would that please you?"
"Oh yes, grandpapa!"
"Very well; we will consider it an engagement then. Now it is time for you to dress for dinner. Put on a white frock. I like to see little girls in white."
Amity ran up stairs to her room determined to make herself look as nicely as possible. She brushed her hair till it shone like satin, and took pains with the tie of her neck and sash ribbons as she had never done before. Since grandpapa really cared how she looked, she would try to please him.
"Well, how did you leave your patient?" said Mrs. Barnard to Amity, near whom she sat at lunch. "Does Lewis think he can be cured?"
"Oh yes, ma'am! He thinks he will be lame a good while though."