“I’m awfully much obliged,” he muttered. “Perhaps she’ll change her mind.”
“I’m sure she will,” responded Molly. Cal’s face fell again. “She says I may talk to you when I meet you, and that’s more than I thought she would let me do. That’s nice, isn’t it?”
“Awfully,” murmured Cal, striving his best to look properly appreciative. “Only I cal’late we aren’t likely to meet very often.”
“Oh, yes, we will. I’m often outdoors. All you’ve got to do is to whistle when you want to see me.”
“Oh!” said Cal.
“Then I’ll let you know how I’m getting along. Aunt Lydia doesn’t think you boys are very bad and I’m sure she will be on my side.”
“Well, I—I’ve got to be going,” said Cal. “I hope it will be all right.”
“Is Mrs. Linn nice?” asked Molly.
“Bully,” Cal said.
“Aunt Lydia said she was,” said Molly thoughtfully. “Well, good night. I’ll see you tomorrow maybe.”