"Anyhow, I'm going to hope that it will come right and I can go.

I shall collect my Lares and Penates and start packing.

Can I borrow your steamer trunk, Jean?
Just write a charming letter, mother dear, sort of in the abstract, you know, thanking him, and calling us 'the children' in the aggregate, so he can't detect just what we are, then when I depart, you can wire them, 'Kit arrives such and such a time.' They'll probably expect a Christopher, and once I land there, and they realize the treasure you have sent them, they will forgive me anything." Uncle Cassius' letter was read over again carefully by Mr.Robbins.

Kit carried it out to the grape arbor, where he and Hiram were untangling and training some vagrant vines to travel in the way they should go, up over the trellis work.

There was a round table here made of birchwood that just fitted nicely into the octagonal arbor, encircled by birch seats.