Her interest was a pleasant thing to the invalid; he laughed at the eager face; “Well, why can’t we?” he said. “What do you think Thompson?”
“Why of course we can, sir, if you like,” was the answer.
“And have Marjorie and Tom?” cried Caro eagerly.
It seemed impossible to refuse her, but when he thought of it afterwards Walter began to doubt if he had been wise. What would his sister think—or the Barrows, when it was discovered that he had been entertaining the children in the garden? Still it was too late now—he had promised.
As for Caro no doubts spoiled her anticipation. She gave Marjorie a most animated account of the pleasure in store for them, and her cousin was as interested as she could wish.
“It will be lovely, Caro, and we’ll keep it a secret,” she said, for there was nothing Marjorie liked so well as a mystery.
Finding Tom, they proceeded to excite his curiosity.
“Say—don’t you wish you knew what we are going to do to-morrow?” they both exclaimed.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, pulling his ear and realizing that he was about to be teased.
“We can’t tell, but it is something awfully nice,” said Caro, “Isn’t it Marjorie?”