We are going
to take Willie, for I think a change of air would do him good, after his
illness; but your aunt's house is so small, I do not think it is best
for you to go. As Mrs. Rogers has consented to keep you, I think you had
better stay here."
"Oh, good, good, good!" exclaimed Ollie, clapping her hands and jumping
around the room for joy. "Now you will have to stay, and be my sister
for a good long week."
Lucy hardly knew whether to be glad or sorry. She was delighted to stay
with her friend, but the thought of being so long away from her mamma
made her feel almost homesick.
"I will write you a letter every day," said Mrs. Coit, seeing the cloud
on her little girl's face.
But the cloud only stayed a minute. "After all," she thought, "mamma
will only be gone for a week, and I would much rather be here with
Ollie than at Aunt Mary's, where there is no one of my own age; and a
letter every day! oh, that will be _too_ delightful!"
"Well, I must go," said Mrs. Coit. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Rogers,
for taking Lucy; I hope she will be a good child, and not give you any
trouble. Good-by."
"Martha will send over your trunk this afternoon," she continued to
Lucy. "It is all packed, and William Henry Johnson said he'd bring it
over on his way to the mill this evening.
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