We can board the company! We can
fill up the rooms with folks that pay for what they eat, an' there
won't be any room for the free prowlers. You git the boarders an' I'll
manage 'em."
"Why, Mrs. Ivy and Gerald wanted to come that way, but I laughed at
them. Besides I don't know about Gerald--"
"On account of Miss Connie?" asked Myrtella, who had been too much in
charge of the family not to know its secrets. "You let him come. He's
one of them men that's like vanilla extract--you git too much of him
onct, you never want no more!"
"And perhaps Mr. Gooch would come."
"Well it would go kinder hard with him to pay fer anything he's always
got free. But git Miss Hattie to ast him. He'd do it fer her quicker'n
anybody."
The project, under Myrtella's able generalship, developed immediately.
Mr. Gooch and the Ivys gladly availed themselves of the opportunity of
fleeing from the stifling city to the cool shade of Thornwood. Two
former pupils of the Doctor's, who were taking a summer course at the
university, also asked if they might have a room, and at the end of a
week paying guests were in possession and the family relegated to any
nook or corner that was large enough to accommodate a bed.
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