"Plenty, Miss Emma thinks," chuckled Sadie, and added with a gesture toward the Morley house: "There's your mother on the porch. Are you going to break the glad news to her now?"
"I'll say I am!"
Jo ran up the path to the house, took the porch steps two at a time, seized Mrs. Morley by the hands, and whirled her about until that lady scarcely knew which was her head and which her heels—at least, so she said.
"Mother!" cried Jo, "I've got a surprise for you! Something wonderful has happened! You will never guess what!"
"You'd better tell me," suggested her mother practically. "I can see you're bursting with it."
"Well, then, listen! I'm going to Laurel Hall, after all!"
CHAPTER VIII
OFF FOR LAUREL HALL
When Mrs. Morley learned that Jo's statement was not a product of her imagination, but the sober truth, she looked grave.
"I don't know whether your father will want any one else to send you to school, my dear," she said slowly.