"Won't you tell truly, truly, if I whisper something?"
"No, I promise to keep your secret."
"Oh, Uncle George! I want to talk to you a few minutes."
She put her mouth close to his ear, "Emily says Aunty's birthday is coming pretty soon, and she says I'm not so bad as I was, and I'm trying hard to be good. See how smooth my hair is and my clean apron on. I like her ever so much now; and I put my things in the drawers. I mean, I do when I don't forget; and then Emily reminds me. So I want to make Aunt Priscilla a present; and I know how to do mosses, the woman on board ship showed me; and that's the reason we want to go to the shore."
Milly stopped to recover breath, and then went on, eager to explain:
"Aunt Priscilla can go with us, of course; because Emily and I can pick the moss while she isn't seeing us, and then I can do them at home for her birthday."
Mr. Morgan smiled pleasantly.
"There, I knew you would. I'll go and call Emily. She said I might ask you, 'cause it's going to be my present."
"When do you wish to go, Miss Milly?"