“We really could manage better if we took one trunk, as we did to New Orleans——”
“Yes, but Miss Ashton thought that since we’d be moving about so much in Nova Scotia, it would be much better to take just suitcases; and, she added, as few as possible.”
“Have you heard anything more from her? This is the first of August.”
“No, we haven't. Perhaps there will be some word when I get home.”
After dinner that evening, the Grant family strolled down to the Pembroke home.
“Oh, come in, come in,” said Mr. Pembroke, holding open the screen door. “I was very late in getting home, and we’re still at table; but you won’t mind coming out into the dining room.”
“And you’re just in time to have dessert with us,” said Mrs. Pembroke, making room for them at the table.
“But we’ve had our dinner,” protested Mrs. Grant.
“Even so, you can surely eat some lemon sherbet,” said Nancy. “Mother made heaps of it to-day.”
“I never could refuse sherbet,” sighed Jeanette. “I just love it.”