“Yes, I hope he will,” said her mother. “I shall write and invite him to do so.”
“Well, Cousin Art, I’m glad you are going to stay longer,” said Walter, “but I hope none of us will be expected to get sick in order to give you employment.”
“No, certainly not,” returned Arthur gravely. “You must remember it was not for work I came, but rest; so don’t trouble yourself trying to make business for me.”
“No, I will leave that business to Cousin Marian,” returned Walter, giving her a mischievous look which brought a charming blush to her cheek.
“Yes, Walter, I have given him a great deal of business in that line, I am sorry to say,” she returned; “so that he has had but little rest, and needs to stay and have some play-time.”
“So he has; but you are much better, I’m sure, for your cheeks are like as roses—not the white kind, either—and we’ll all endeavor to keep well so that he’ll have nothing to do but rest and recruit the remainder of the time he stays.”
“Well, what are the plans for the day?” asked Harold, addressing the company in general.
“Some of us want to do a little shopping, and would like to have you drive us in to the city,” replied his mother.
“I shall do so with the greatest pleasure, mamma,” he returned. “How soon do you wish to start?”