All the rest of the week there was a pleasant bustle in the Rowe household, the bustle of preparing for a journey.
“We’re going to ride in the cars,” little Miss Weezy explained to all callers. “We’re going to Sandy Luzia. It’s ’most a hundred miles.”
The little maiden was very busy these days; for she had to hunt up her scattered dolls, many of them having strayed out of sight.
Mr. Rowe, though still far from strong, was very busy too.
“I must drive over to the gardener’s this morning to instruct him in regard to the hedge,” he said to Mrs. Rowe the next Monday.
“Shall we shut up Zip?” asked Mrs. Rowe, as she brought her husband a glass of milk.
“No, my dear,” Mr. Rowe smiled. “Let the little Mexican follow. I believe his dogship thinks none of the family can be trusted anywhere without him.”
As soon as Mr. Rowe had gone, Mrs. Rowe hastened to call Molly from the book she was reading.
“Come, Molly, while papa is away we will begin our packing. Please ask Hop Kee to take the largest trunk from the store-room, and set it down in the upper hall in front of the grate.”
Molly put “Alice in Wonderland” upon the table with a little sigh, and walked out to the kitchen rather more slowly than a girl ought to walk when she goes on her mother’s errands. She was thinking about Alice and that surprising rabbit. What would he do next?