"
"Come back here," suggested Alan quite hospitably, considering the
frank way in which Jessie had spoken of her slight regret at
leaving him.
"Without Kit? Never!" replied Jessie earnestly. "I'd rather be
with her and have only a dozen words a day from her, than have to
be separated from her. I've always been fond of her, but it seems
to me she was never half so lovely as she's been this last year."
Polly stepped on Alan's toe, under cover of the robe, and was met
by an answering flash from the gray eyes, but neither spoke, as
Jessie continued,--"You do so many more things here, and have so
much better times, you girls, that Kit and I both wish papa and
mamma would come back here to live. Omaha is pleasant enough, and
the river is lovely,--when it isn't muddy; but I shall miss these
hills and the elms and the lazy look of the old town. I like old
things best. And what do you suppose I shall miss, most of all?"
"Job" and "Aunt Jane," suggested Alan and Polly, in a breath.
"You're too bad to laugh at me." And Jessie tried to pout, but it
was too hard work, so she gave up the attempt and laughed instead.
"No, it's the garret at your house, Alan, with all the old
spinning wheels and warming pans.
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