“All the better, for I haven’t any. How about gingerbread?”
Harry shook her head.
“No? Then it will have to be candy. I can manage that, I guess. It’s all settled, then, is it?”
“If you want me,” answered Harry shyly.
“Of course I do! And what time, now? Morning? Afternoon? Morning would be better for me; the light’s clearer. What do you say to ten to-morrow forenoon, Miss Emery?”
Harry nodded.
“Very well, and thank you. I’ll expect you then at ten o’clock. If you like you may bring one of these young gentlemen with you, but we don’t want a crowd, do we?”
“I guess I’d rather not have any one, if it doesn’t matter,” answered Harry.
“Isn’t she tight?” cried Chub. “She’s afraid we’ll get some of the candy! If she backs down, Mr. Cole, I’ll sit for you any time.”