Bean from the doorway. “We’re going up to the old place—I’m thinking of buying it. I expect we’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Your cousin appears to be a person of decision,” Mrs. Ranger suggested to the still dazed Elise, as the cab rolled away.
“I don’t understand Aunt Ju-ju at all,” Carolyn interpolated crossly. She had not been in the habit of packing her aunt’s bag. “She usually makes such a fuss about starting to go anywhere—days ahead, in fact. And now at fifteen minutes’ notice! And her best gown!”
“It makes a difference, having a man to run it,” said the novelist sagely.
When two days had passed and their aunt had not yet appeared, her nieces were not unnecessarily alarmed, for her attachment to her old home was great, and it required no unusual degree of imagination to picture her delighted lingering over the old things, her purposely
