"What do you say to the plan, little wife?"
"I echo my husband's sentiments as a good wife should," she answered with
something of the sportiveness of other days.
"And we echo yours, mother," said Edward. "Do we not?" appealing to the
others.
"Oh yes, yes!" they cried, "a summer at the seashore, by all means."
"In a cottage home of our own; shall it not be, papa?" added Elsie.
"Your mamma decides all such questions," was his smiling rejoinder.
"I approve the suggestion. It is far preferable to hotel life," she said.
"Molly, my child, you are the only one who has not spoken."
Molly's bright face had clouded a little. "I want you all to go and enjoy
yourselves," she said, "though I shall miss you sadly."
"Miss us! do you then intend to decline going along?"
Molly colored and hesitated; "I'm such a troublesome piece of furniture to
move," she said half jestingly, bravely trying to cover up the real pain
that came with the thought.
"That is nothing," said Mr. Travilla, so gently and tenderly that happy,
grateful tears sprang to her eyes; "you go, of course, with the rest of
us; unless there is some more insuperable objection--such as a
disinclination on your part, and even that should, perhaps, be overruled;
for the change would do you good.
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