"O, my; O, my; what fun we'll have," ejaculated Della, who knew that
Dorothy could have no pleasure that she would not share equally with the
rest of the Club.

"I came over now to see if you people didn't want to walk over there and
see it."

"This minute?"

"This minute."

"Of course we do--if Della doesn't have to take the train back yet?"

"Not for a long time. I'd take a later one anyway; I couldn't wait until
the Saturday Club meeting to see it."

"How did you know I'd suggest a walk there for the Saturday Club
meeting?"

"Could you help it?" retorted Della, laughing.

They timed themselves so that they might know just how far away from
them Dorothy was going to be and they found that it was just about half
way to Grandfather Emerson's. As somebody from the Mortons' went there
every day, and as the distance was, in reality, not long, they were
reassured as to the Smiths being quite out in the country as the change
had seemed to them at first.

"You won't be able to live in the house this summer, will you?" asked
Ethel Blue.