“Tell!” sighed Kate.
“Out with it!” demanded Frank.
“Why, I got up and opened the door softly, and said I do love you, and I will stay’; and then I shut the door, but not before I saw that Mrs. Dobson was getting up from her knees. She hurried into the room pretty lively, I tell you, and kissed me, and made such a fuss over me that I came mighty near being sorry I’d said I would stay.”
“Of course you’ll stay,” said Kate. “Why I wouldn’t have you at Hallock Point, not if I could just as well as not. But what will you do there?”
“O, I’ll find enough to do, so that Grandma (she says I may call her so) won’t think I’m eating her out of house and home; and then there’s the farm. Next year who knows what may happen? and as for this, why there’s a good chance to dig clams between now and cold weather.”
“Good for you!” cried Frank. “You’re a cracky chap, after all. Didn’t I see some hens and an old turkey or two in the back yard the other day, over in the lane?”
“Why, Frank, you stupid, you know Grandma Dobson keeps hens,” said Kate.
“They eat corn, like other hens, don’t they?”
“Of course,” laughed Kate.
“What then?” questioned Harry.