"Papa Jack," she cried, breathlessly, "look me straight in the eyes! Are you in earnest?
You don't mean that we are going abroad, do you?
It _couldn't_ be anything so lovely as that, could it ?" For answer he drew an envelope from his pocket and shook it before her eyes.

"Look for yourself," he said.

"This is to show that we are listed for passage on a steamer going to Antwerp the first of June.

You may begin to pack your trunk next week, if you wish." It was impossible for Lloyd to eat any more after that.

She was too excited and happy, and there were countless questions she wanted to ask.
"It's bettah than a hundred house pahties," she exclaimed, as she blew out the last birthday candle.