Kewpie moved his foot once or twice experimentally and obtained a gentle squishing sound. He nodded. “That’s all,” he said.
“But,” resumed Laurie, “I guess we’ll have everything ready for you by Saturday noon. I thought we might get the stove down that morning and put it up. Then, maybe, on Monday you could move in!”
“You don’t think I could get settled Saturday?” pleaded Miss Comfort. “I’d so love to spend Sunday in my—my new home.”
Laurie silently consulted the others and read assent. “Why, yes, ma’am, I think we could have everything all ready by, say, half-past ten or eleven.”
“That would be much nicer,” exclaimed Polly, “for then we could all help get the things arranged.”
“Oh, thank you,” cried Miss Comfort gratefully. “To-morrow I’ll engage Peter Brown to move my things Saturday morning. And to think that it won’t be to the poor-farm! I told Mr. Grierson yesterday about it. He’s one of the overseers, you know. He seemed—almost—almost put out, and I thought for a moment he was going to insist on my going to that place after all.” Miss Comfort laughed softly. “He said he had been ‘counting on me.’”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Laurie, “you go ahead and arrange for the team for Saturday at about ten thirty, and we’ll see that the place is all ready, won’t we, Polly?”
“Yes, indeed, we will, Miss Comfort, even if we have to—to work all night! Mae and I don’t have to go to school again for a week after to-morrow, and we can do lots of things for you, I’m sure.”
“You’ve done so much already, my dear, all of you!” Miss Comfort sighed, but it was a happy sigh. “I don’t know how to thank you, I’m sure. It does seem as if—as if—” She faltered then, and before she could continue Laurie got to his feet somewhat noisily and the others followed suit.