Bab went and sat beside her, looking idly down the walk toward the gate, where a fine cobweb shone in the afternoon sun.
"Ma says she is going over the house in a day or two, now it is warm and dry after the storm, and we may go with her.

You know she wouldn't take us in the fall, cause we had whooping-cough, and it was damp there.

Now we shall see all the nice things; won't it be fun ?" observed Bab, after a pause.
"Yes, indeed! Ma says there's lots of books in one room, and I can look at 'em while she goes round.

May be I'll have time to read some, and then I can tell you," answered Betty, who dearly loved stories, and seldom got any new ones.
"I'd rather see the old spinning-wheel up garret, and the big pictures, and the queer clothes in the blue chest.

It makes me mad to have them all shut up there, when we might have such fun with them.