Across the Years by Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter
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glimpse of us!" chuckled Frank. "The dear old souls! How Father's eyes
will shine and Mother's cap-strings bob! By the way, of course they know we're coming to-day?" There was a moment's silence; then Ella flushed. "Why! didn't--didn't you tell them?" she stammered. "I? Why, of course not!" cried Frank. "I supposed you were going to. But maybe Ned-" He paused and turned questioning eyes on his brother. Ned shook his head. "Not I," he said. "Why, then--then they don't know," cried Ella, aghast. "They don't know a thing!" "Never mind, come on," laughed Ned. "What difference does it make?" "'What difference does it make'!" retorted Ella indignantly. "Ned Bertram, do you suppose I'd take the risk of ten of us pouncing down on those two poor dears like this by surprise? Certainly not!" "But, Ella, they're expecting six of us tomorrow," remonstrated Frank. "Very true. But that's not ten of us today." "I know; but so far as the work is concerned, you girls always do the most of that," cut in Ned. "Work! It isn't the work," almost groaned Ella. "Don't you see, boys? It's the excitement--'twouldn't do for them at all. We must fix it some |
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