They were deep in a discussion of business arrangements when they went back to the others.
"We'll make a 'go' of it," said Neal. "It's just the thing I've been looking for."
"I have an idea, Jack," said Mrs. Franklin, as they came in. "When are the chickens to come out?"
"Next Thursday."
"Then we will celebrate the event in proper style. We will ask our friends to come to a 'hatching bee.'"
"But suppose they don't hatch? Suppose they act the way they did before?" said Jack, dubiously.
"Oh, they'll hatch, I will answer for them. You have learned how to take better care of them, and no one has interfered, and—oh, I am sure they will be out in fine shape!"
Only Edith objected to this proposition, and she dared not say so before her father.
Apparently the Gordons were going to carry all before them, and she, who until so recently had been to all intents and purposes the mistress of the house, was not even asked if she approved of the idea. She went to bed feeling that her lot was a very hard one.