"The Art Museum!" murmured Ethel Blue.
"And Bunker Hill Monument, and, of course, the Navy Yard especially for this daughter of a sailor," and he nodded gayly at his granddaughter.
"Grandmother will go, to take you around when I have to attend to my business, and we can stay a day or two and come back fresh to attend to Mrs. Paterno's affairs. How does it strike you?"
Without any preliminary conference, the three girls flung their arms around his neck and hugged him heartily.
"Have you talked about it with Mother and Aunt Louise?" asked Ethel Brown.
"I'm armed with their permission."
"I guess we were all worrying about Mrs. Paterno," admitted Ethel Blue. "This will be the strong grass seed that will clear up our minds so that we can help her better after we come back."
"I think you're the most magnificent Grandfather that ever was born!" exclaimed Ethel Brown, standing back and gazing admiringly at her ancestor.
"Thank you," returned Mr. Emerson, bowing low, his hand on his heart, "I am quite overcome by such a wholesale tribute!"
"Had we better tell Mrs. Schuler about the embroidery class plan?" asked Dorothy.