"Oh, yes! we will, papa; indeed we will," pleaded Elsie and John, who
had lingered near the door to learn the fate of their request.

Dr. Carr smiled at the imploring faces, but he looked a little
quizzical. "Very well," he said, "you may go. Mr. Worrett is coming
into town to-morrow, on some bank business. I'll send word by him;
and in the afternoon, when it is cooler, Alexander can drive you out."

"Goody! Goody!" cried John, jumping up and down, while Elsie put her
arms round papa's neck and gave him a hug.

"And Thursday I'll send for you," he continued.

"But, papa," expostulated Elsie, "That's only two days. Mrs. Worrett
said a week."

"Yes, she said a week," chimed in John; "and she's got ever so many
chickens, and I'm to feed 'em, and chase 'em as much as I like. Only
it's too hot to run much," she added reflectively.

"You won't really send for us on Thursday, will you, papa?" urged
Elsie, anxiously. "I'd like to stay ever and ever so long; but Mrs.
Worrett said a week."

"I shall send on Thursday," repeated Dr. Carr, in a decided tone.
Then, seeing that Elsie's lip was trembling, and her eyes were full
of tears, he continued: "Don't look so woeful, Pussy. Alexander shall
drive out for you; but if you want to stay longer, you may send him
back with a note to say what day you would like to have him come
again. Will that do?"