Rosie put her arms about George's neck and covered his cheek with tears and kisses. Then suddenly she paused.
"But, Jarge, I don't know whether I can go! What about my papers?"
George laughed. "Aw, let the papers go blow! Anyway, can't Janet McFadden take them?"
Rosie appealed to Terry. "Can she, Terry?"
Terry nodded. "Sure she can. Don't you worry about those papers. Me and Janet'll get on all right. You take Geraldine and skip off and stay away as long as Mis' Riley wants you."
George spread out his hands. "So you see, Rosie, everything's arranged. You're to start tomorrow on the eleven——"
"But, Jarge, wait a minute! We can't start tomorrow 'cause our things aren't ready. A whole lot of Geraldine's clothes and mine, too, got to be washed."
"Can't you take 'em with you and wash 'em in the country?"
"Oh, Jarge!" The suggestion was evidently a horrible one, for Mrs. O'Brien and Rosie spoke together.
George looked troubled. "But, Rosie, you got to start tomorrow. Didn't I tell you that dad and Billy are going to drive down to meet you?"