"
Joyce looked anxiously from one face to another. Daddy's eyes were
twinkling. Mother looked rather sorry, and so did Grandma. But she knew
at once, by the look on Grandpa's face that _he_ understood. He only
nodded his white head wisely. "I see," he said. And some way, after that,
Joyce felt that it would come out all right.
It did.
On the last morning that Grandpa and Grandma were there, Daddy said at
the breakfast table--quite suddenly, as if he had just thought of it--
"Mother, suppose we let the children choose for themselves. You and I
will go to the lake next summer, and catch the big fish; but if they
would be happier on the old farm, why--"
"Oo-oo-ooh!" cried Joyce delightedly. "Don, you and I may go to Grandpa's
house next summer, if we like!"
"How do you know?" said Don rather crossly. "Daddy hasn't said that we
could."
"Why, he said it just now--didn't you, Daddy?"
"Not exactly; but that's what I was going to say," said Daddy, smiling
into Joyce's shining eyes.
After that, it wasn't a bit hard to tell Grandpa and Grandma good-by.
"Only until next summer," whispered Joyce when she kissed Grandma for
the last time.
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