I
want to know your friends, Malcolm; it seems to bring you nearer,"
and Anna's eyes grew wistful.
"Are you sure my mother will approve of your programme?"
Then Anna smiled and nodded assent.
"She will call me a silly, fanciful child," she replied laughing.
"Mother does not understand sentimentality; but I am a privileged
person on my birthday. Now, Malcolm, please do not throw cold water
on my little scheme."
"Certainly not; we will go to the Seven Dials if you like. Only I
wish I had known beforehand. Verity is occasionally like the
renowned Mother Hubbard, her cupboard is bare. You will have to put
up with plain bread and butter, I expect."
"What does that matter!" returned Anna scornfully. "Thank you,
Malcolm dear. Then we will have a real good time."
"I think we shall be able to carry out your modest programme,"
replied Malcolm. "Wait a moment, I have an idea. Suppose 'we beard
the lion in his den;' in other words, look up Caleb Martin and my
umbrella in Todmorden's Lane?" And then he gave Anna a graphic
account of the little adventure, and, as he expected, received her
warm approval.
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