This aroused Kirke.
“Molly Rowe, what do you mean?” he cried, nearly letting the toad escape, harness and all. “Who said such a thing?”
“Well, Captain Bradstreet is going, anyway. There’s some trouble in Paris about one of his vessels: he’s obliged to go in June.”
“But what has that to do with us, I’d like to inquire?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing at all! Only we’re going with him; that is, I almost know we are. The doctor said yesterday that papa needed a sea voyage, and mud-baths, and things. And mamma said just now, ‘Yes, Edward, you ought to go to Europe.’ And when mamma says that”—
“I declare, Molly Rowe, it does look like it! June, did you say?”
“Is it far to Europe?” asked Weezy anxiously; “farther than Mexico?”
“Farther than Mexico? Why, you little goosie, Mexico is within sight of us, and Europe is ’way off to the other side of the world.”
“Truly? Then I’m not going to any old Europe!”
And Weezy’s lip began to quiver.