I'm going to think up a way to start those hogs rambling over the southern slopes of Greenacre Hall." Billie smiled at her mischievously.
"That's the new name, isn't it?
You'll be a nice crowd of farmerettes next summer, won't you ?" "Maybe it'll happen before next summer," prophesied Kit, sagely.

"Jean and mother like to call it Greenacre Hall, but I like Greenacre Farm, if we're going to do any business there.

Thanks ever so much for telling me, Billie.

You may have changed the course of destiny, because I can tell you now I'm going home." After dinner that night Kit was out on the veranda alone for a while with only Sandy at her feet.

There was a light in the study bay window.