“They will take you off the border, then,” said the girl musingly. “That will mean––leaving here.”
“Which also means a big step up.”
“Of course––it will mean a big step up.”
The girl sighed. She loved the farm; that home which she had always known. She changed the subject suddenly.
“It must be nearly tea-time. We are going to have tea early, Leslie, so that we can get through with it comfortably before the people come.”
“Oh yes, I forgot you are having a ‘Progressive Euchre’ party to-night. What time does it begin? I mean the party.”
“Seven o’clock. But you are going to stay to tea?”
Grey glanced up at the yellow face of the grandfather’s clock and shook his head.
“Afraid not, little girl. I’ve got some work to do in connection with Thursday week. I will drop in about nine o’clock. Who’re coming?”