"Put my pink dress in, Nora, and Polly, you take your pink one, too,"
said Rose, "and, oh, come over here to the window and see how lovely the
automobile looks from here!"
Away they ran to the window.
"It's a beauty," said Polly, "and I'd rather ride in a red one than--"
"Miss Polly, will I be puttin' yer pink frock in?" questioned Nora,
"sure, he's waitin', an' we ought ter hurry the packin'!"
"Well we ought to hurry!" agreed Polly, "and, Rose, didn't his eyes just
twinkle when he asked us to come!"
"And to think I EVER believed he was old!" said Rose.
"Hold still till I tie yer hats on with a veil. Now, which will ye wear,
Miss Rose?"
"Pink, because it's ROSE color," cried Rose.
"No, no!" said Polly; "the blue is prettier!"
At last they were ready. They ran down the stairway, Nora following with
the suit cases, and laughing because they hopped on every other stair.
"All ready? Why, what charming little ladies I have to take home! Those
veils are really all right, and hugely becoming. Would you like to start
now, or wait an hour or two?" As he asked the question his brown eyes
were dancing.
"Oh, now, NOW!" they cried.
He laughed, and stooping, lifted little Rose so that he could look
straight into her eyes, eyes as brown as his own.
"Little Rose Atherton," he said softly, "you are like your father, and
your mother, too, but most of all you are every inch an Atherton."
He kissed her gently and set her down, but the look in his eyes and the
kiss had won her little heart, and she clung to his hand.
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