"I don't see," said Sally, brightening distinctly, "I can't see why we don't—why we shouldn't, if mother's well enough. I've been thinking."
"But that's just it. Your mother is not well enough for you to take regular, ordinary boarders. You mustn't think of it."
"Would you call you and Henrietta regular, ordinary boarders?" Sally asked, after a few moments of silence.
Fox laughed. "On the contrary, we are most irregular, extraordinary boarders. But why, Sally? Would you like to have—"
"Oh, yes," cried Sally at once. "I should like it very much. But I don't know whether you would."
"Yes, I should like it very much, too. But there have seemed to be certain reasons why it wasn't best to live here."
"But you live here now," Sally objected; "all but sleeping. We've got rooms enough."
"I'll think it over; and, if I think we can come, we will."
"I hope you will. I should feel comfortabler. Because I don't see how we can ever pay you back; at any rate, not for a long time. We should have to wait until I'm old enough to earn money, or until Charlie is. And I'm four years older."
Fox smiled at the idea of waiting for Charlie. But Sally went on.