Yes, I would, although in a way she'll spoil everything.

May she sleep in the spare room, and let me have my own to myself?
I could stand it then.
"Dearest darling, I really mean it; so will you write straight off to Miss Bowes before I have time to turn thoroughly horrid again?
"Your very loving daughter, "ULYTH." Having sent off the letter, and thus burnt her boats, Ulyth accepted the situation with what equanimity she could muster.

Mrs.Stanton's invitation arrived by return of post, and was accepted with great relief by Miss Bowes, who had been wondering how to dispose of her pupil during the holidays.

The Cuckoo received the news with such pathetic glee that Ulyth's heart smote her for not feeling more joyful herself.
"Are you sure you want me ?" asked Rona wistfully.
"Of course we do, or we wouldn't ask you," replied Ulyth, hoping her fib might be forgiven.
"I'll try and not disgrace you," volunteered the Cuckoo.
A few days before the end of the term Rona received a letter from New Zealand.

She rushed to Ulyth, waving it triumphantly.
"Dad's sent me this," she announced, showing a very handsome cheque.