“Yes,” said Mary.
“All right,” her cousin replied. “You’re a queer child, Moll. Well then, I think the best thing we can do is to go shopping for an hour or so about half-past ten. You’re to have a holiday, you know, and you like shopping.”
“Dreadfully,” said Mary, “especially with you. What sort will it be?”
“It’s some of my Christmas presents that are still on my mind,” said Michael. “Mother’s, and Twit’s—I never know about girls’ things. I’m going to leave them with you to give for me. Father’s and the little boys’ I’ve got all right.”
Mary’s face shone with pleasure.
“That will be lovely,” she said. “I know several things that Twitter would like, and I daresay nurse would help us to think of something for auntie. Nurse is very good about that sort of thing.”
“Isn’t she good about everything?” asked Michael. Mary grew a little red.
“She vexes me sometimes,” she replied. “P’raps she doesn’t understand. I’ll explain to you better after to-morrow morning. Oh Mike dear, I am so sorry you’re going away,” and her face got rather sad again.
“But you look ever so much jollier than when I went away on Tuesday,” said Michael.
“Well, yes, because I’m feeling so,” she answered.