“I fancy Jack is right. Mary wishes to pay us a visit,” declared Uncle in a matter of fact tone.
“What shall I do?” asked Mumsie absentmindedly.
“Ask her to come,” replied he with decision.
“Where can I put her?” Mumsie then asked, wrinkling her forehead.
“Give her my room, put me anywhere, or I can go to an hotel,” said Mr. Bang.
“You’ll stay right here,” said Uncle. “She’ll only want one room, even if she brings the children. Hope she does, I’d like to see ’em.”
“I’ll give up my room if you have any other place to put me,” I said, with a forced cheerfulness, for the idea of giving up my room was really unpleasant.
“I’ll write and ask her and the children, perhaps she does not really wish to come.”
“Auntie, I wager you a box of candy she comes,” declared Mr. Bang.
To-morrow evening is Skating Club night. Mr. Bang’s friend Mr. Timkins has put him up there, and for some time at least I shall have entree. So it would be well for me to practise waltzing. But Badger Lake would be covered with the snow of last night’s storm. Somehow or other I blurted out my desires and fears at breakfast.