"How did you know I'd suggest a walk there for the Saturday Club meeting?"
"Could you help it?" retorted Della, laughing.
They timed themselves so that they might know just how far away from them Dorothy was going to be and they found that it was just about half way to Grandfather Emerson's. As somebody from the Mortons' went there every day, and as the distance was, in reality, not long, they were reassured as to the Smiths being quite out in the country as the change had seemed to them at first.
"You won't be able to live in the house this summer, will you?" asked Ethel Blue.
"Not until late in the summer or perhaps even later than that. Mother says she isn't in a hurry because she wants the work to be done well."
"Then you won't plant the garden this year?"
"Indeed I shall. I'm going to plant the new garden and the garden where we are now."
"Roger will strike on doing all the digging."
"He'll have to have a helper on the new garden, but I'll plant his sweetpeas for him just the same. At the new place I'm going to have a large garden."
"Up here on the hill?"