"It is a pity you didn't beg one of Mrs. Renney's books," said
Hugh, laughing. "If you had only known "
" 'Tisn't too late!" said Fleda, quickly. "I'll send to New
York for one. I will! I'll ask uncle Orrin to get it for me.
That's the best thought!"
"But, Fleda, you're not going to turn cook in that fashion?"
"It would be no harm to have the book," said Fleda. "I can tell you, we mustn't expect to get anybody here that can make an omelette, or even coffee, that uncle Rolf will drink. Oh, Hugh! "
"What?"
"I don't know where we are going to get anybody! But don't say anything to aunt Lucy about it."
"Well, we can keep Thanksgiving-day, Fleda, without a dinner," said Hugh, cheerfully.
"Yes, indeed I am sure I can after being among these people to-night. How much I have that they want! Look at the Great Bear over there! Isn't that better than New York?"
"The Great Bear hangs over New York, too," Hugh said, with a smile.
"Ah! but it isn't the same thing. Heaven hasn't the same eyes for the city and the country."