“About three months.”
“Look here! I dunno what you'll say, but I think Mis' Green thought real favorable of it. Do you know how cheap you can go down to Boston an' back now?”
Amanda looked up. “No. Why?” said she.
Mrs. Babcock stopped fanning and leaned forward. “Amanda Pratt, you can go down to Boston an' back, an' be gone a week, for—three dollars an' sixty cents.”
Amanda stared back at her in a startled way.
“Let's you an' me an' Mis' Green go down an' see Mis' Field an' Lois,” said Mrs. Babcock, in a tragic voice.
Amanda turned pale. “They don't live in Boston,” she said, with a bewildered air.
“We can go down to Boston on the early train,” replied Mrs. Babcock, importantly. “Then we can have all the afternoon to go round Boston an' see the sights, an' then, toward night, we can go out to Mis' Field's. Land, here's Mis' Green now! She said she'd come over as soon as Abby got home from school. I'm jest tellin' her about it, Mis' Green.”
Mrs. Green stood in the doorway, smiling half-shamefacedly. “I s'pose you think it's a dreadful silly plan, Mandy,” said she deprecatingly.
Amanda got up and pushed the rocking-chair in which she had been sitting toward the new-comer.