"You know more about it than I do. I'll do just what you say, Fox."
The gate clicked and they both looked around.
"Here comes Henrietta," said Fox. "Now we'll all go out in the shade and play. But, Sally," he added hastily, "have you got any rich relatives?"
"Rich relatives!" Sally exclaimed. "Not that I know of. Or, wait. There's Miss Hazen—Martha Hazen. She's a cousin of father's, but I don't know how rich she is. I've never seen her."
"Where does she live?"
"Up in Massachusetts, somewhere. I think she's queer."
"The queerer the better. Your father's cousin, is she? It wouldn't be strange. Can you find out where she lives, Sally?"
Sally thought she could. "And, Fox," she reminded him,—she was afraid he might forget,—"you see if you can't come here to live. Will you, Fox?"
He nodded. Henrietta was at the piazza steps. "I'll ask Doctor Galen about it."
"What'll you ask Doctor Galen about, Fox?" inquired Henrietta. "Are you and Sally talking secrets?"