| "The bridge is broke, and I have to mend it." |
"Yes, this will be a nice sitting room, with its windows where,—to quote Frances—'The little sun comes peeping in at morn!'" said Mr. Morrison.
"And this bedchamber is lovely, and the little kitchen—"
"We can make candy sometimes, can't we, mother?" Frances interrupted, dancing wildly about.
"O Jack! if only you were going to be here;" Mrs. Morrison turned suddenly to the sunny window.
"You know I'll not go one step unless you are willing, Kate," her husband said, coming to her side.
"Don't be a goose, dear, of course you are going." Her face was hidden against his shoulder for a moment, then she turned brightly to Frances, who was anxiously inquiring where she was to sleep.
"And mother," she exclaimed, "such a pretty young lady passed through the hall just now."
"That is something we must ask about,—what other persons are in the house," said her father.
Frances was not a little surprised and indignant when, after carrying on what seemed to her a long conversation with Mr. Clark upon various unimportant subjects, her father left with nothing more definite than that they were pleased with the rooms and would let him know their decision next day.