I plan now to come next week -- I've already got as far as New York, as you see by the address--and I shall hope to see you soon.
"All the family would send love, I know.
"M.

J.ARKWRIGHT." "Grand Opera! Oh, how perfectly lovely," cried Billy.
"Yes, but Billy, do you think she is expecting me to invite her to make her home with me?
I shall have to write and explain that I can't--if she does, of course." Billy frowned and hesitated.
"Why, it sounded--a little--that way; but--" Suddenly her face cleared.
"Aunt Hannah, I've thought of the very thing.

We _will_ take her!" "Oh, Billy, I couldn't think of letting you do that," demurred Aunt Hannah.

"You're very kind--but, oh, no; not that!" "Why not?
I think it would be lovely; and we can just as well as not.
After Marie is married in December, she can have that room.

Until then she can have the little blue room next to me." "But--but--we don't know anything about her." "We know she's your niece, and she's lonesome; and we know she's musical.