Nan's brown little face as she bustled about was wreathed in smiles, but she said nothing. Awhile ago she was too sorry to talk, and now she was too happy.
Finally, Sister Julia helped Reginald into the cart, and Nan, with Regie's crutches in her lap, took her seat on one side and Harry on the other.
'“When is your mother going?” questioned Harry.
“To-morrow morning early,” Reginald replied.
“Well, don't you want to say goodbye to her?”
“Do you suppose I'd be going off like this, Harry Murray, if I were not going to see her again?” with as much imperiousness as a real king.
“Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax are coming to your house to-night to supper,” Sister Julia explained.
“They are, are they?” said Harry, somewhat gruffly. “Well, I think they might have told Nan and me something about it all.”
“Oh! I don't,” Nan cried, eagerly. “I think s'prises are lovely. I love to be s'prised.”
“And I love to s'prise people,” said Reginald; “and so Mamma Fairfax planned for me to do it.”