"Then I will. I'll be like Buckle in one thing. I'll plan to read so many pages a day. We've got a splendid one; mother got it by getting subscriptions to some paper. Mother will do anything to help us on, Miss Prudence."
"I have learned that. I have a plan to propose to her by and by."
"Oh, can't you tell us?" entreated Linnet, forgetting her work.
"Not yet."
"Does it concern us?" asked Marjorie.
"Yes, both of you."
Two hours since it had "concerned" only Marjorie, but in this hour under the apple-tree Miss Prudence had been moved to include Linnet, also. Linnet was not Marjorie, she had mentally reasoned, but she was Linnet and had her own niche in the world. Was she not also one of her little sisters that were in the world and not of it?
"When may we know?" questioned Linnet
"That depends. Before I leave your grandfather's, I hope."
"I know it is something good and wonderful, because you thought of it," said Marjorie. "Perhaps it is as good as one of our day-dreams coming true."