But we might surely be off after
breakfast, and take our lunch, and come back in time for tea. She might
put up with that, I do think. Oh dear me! Why can't old people remember
that once upon a time they were young, and didn't like to be tied up
tight? But, I suppose, in those days nobody minded. I know I mind
now--awfully! I'm just crazy to be off on a spree. What shall we do,
Joan? Think of something."
"Mittie, dear----"
"That's right. You've got a notion. Have it out!"
"It isn't--what you think. I have something else to say. A note has come
from Mrs. Ferris."
"Well--what then?"
"She wants me--us--to go to her for the day."
Mittie clapped her hands.
"Us! Both of us, do you mean? How lovely! I didn't know she was aware of
my existence. Oh, yes, of course, I've seen her lots of times, but she
always seems to think I'm a child still. She never asked me there before
for a whole day. How are we to go? Will she send for us?"
"Yes, but--but, Mittie--we can't both leave Grannie all those hours. She
would be so hurt."
"So cross, you mean. You don't expect _me_ to stay behind, I hope!
_Me_--to spend a long endless day here, poking in Grannie's bedroom, and
picking up her stitches, and being scolded for every mortal thing I do
and don't do, while you are off on a lovely jaunt! Not I! You're very
much mistaken if that is what you expect. Will Mrs. Ferris send the
carriage or the motor?"
"She is sending the boat.
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