Then Winnie solemnly laid aside her fork—she was not old enough to use a knife.
'Why,' she said, 'you do say funny things. We're not going away again, ever.'
'Aren't you?' asked Jimmy, looking up at his father and mother.
'No,' answered Mrs. Wilmot, 'we're going to stay at home with you.'
'Are you really—really?' asked Jimmy, for he could scarcely believe it.
'Yes, really,' said Mr. Wilmot.
'It will be nice,' said Jimmy thoughtfully, and then he went on with his dinner.
THE END