“Sunnywood?” asked Gil slyly.
Poke grinned and nodded. “I wouldn’t mind. That corner room in front on this side ought to be pretty nice. You’d get lots of sun and light—and that’s more than we get in Number 12.”
“Well, never mind about sun and light now. Let’s hit it up, Poke. What I need is food and drink. Thank goodness we’re nearly there! It’s pretty hot for September, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know how hot it is for September,” replied Poke with a grin, as they turned into Main Street, “but it’s uncomfortably hot for Poke!”
[CHAPTER II]
SUNNYWOOD COTTAGE
“It’s a perfectly jimmy sign!” declared the girl delightedly.
The boy turned with an amused smile. “What’s a ‘jimmy’ sign, Hope? One made by Jim?”
“N-no, not exactly. Jimmy means awfully nice—something very—very pleasing—quite darling! See?”