“Yes; Hop Kee cooks chickens beautifully.”
“Doesn’t he? It seems odd enough, Pauline, to think of your having our Chinaman.”
“He came to our house in just the right time, Molly. Mrs. Cannon was so sick she couldn’t have worked for us another day.”
“Hop Kee is a diamond, Polly.”
“A topaz, you mean, dear, a yellow topaz. How we shall hate to give him back to you!”
Molly snuggled her dimpled chin into her friend’s neck.
“I wouldn’t worry about that, Pauline. We sha’n’t go home these two months.”
“Neither shall we, I hope. Papa told me yesterday that we should stay in the canyon all during vacation. Then, if Uncle John isn’t back from the East, auntie will go home with us to Silver Gate City.”
“I’m just longing to see your Auntie David. Are you sure she’ll come to-day, Pauline?”
“She wrote that she should come to-day, and spend a week here at The Old and New with Paul and me. Papa can take us all out to the camp together.”