"Yes, indeed," said Marion; "nobody knows how much I want to see him and Aunt Baby and Uncle Alick."
"Just suppose—only suppose—they could come here to keep Thanksgiving."
"It would be too lovely for anything," said Marion; "but I don't suppose that is to be thought of for a moment."
"Why not?" asked Betsy.
"Oh, because grandfather is so old and uncle and aunt could not leave the farm; and oh, there are many reasons."
"Everything can be brought together except mountains," said Betsy, quoting a French proverb. "Just suppose—now, only just suppose—that they were really coming."
"Betsy, you don't mean it?"
"Yes, I do. Father wrote to Doctor Campbell some time ago and begged him to try to persuade your other uncle, and somehow they have arranged it. And Doctor and Mrs. Campbell are coming on Saturday, and the rest on Monday. And your grandfather and Miss Barbara will stay and make a good long visit, and so will Doctor and Mrs. Campbell, but the other uncle can only stay a week, because of the farm, you know."
"But what will become of the farm and the cows and things?" asked Marion, bewildered.
"I don't know. They have arranged somehow—got some man and his wife to stay in the house, I believe."