you must find some way to
take care of those trunks, for we cannot leave them on the lawn."

"Why can't we take them to some neighbor's house?" asked Kitty. "I
am sure some neighbor would be glad to store them for me for awhile.
Aren't you on good terms with your neighbors, Laura?"

"The Rankins might take them," said Laura, thoughtfully. "They have
that vacant room, you know, Tom. They might not mind letting us put
them in there."

"I don't know the Rankins," said Kitty, "but I am sure they are
perfectly lovely people, and that they would not mind in the least."

"I know they wouldn't," said Mr. Fenelby. "Rankin would be glad to
do something of that sort to repay me for the number of times he has
borrowed my lawn-mower. I will step over after dinner and ask him."

"Are you sure, very sure, that you do not mind, Kitty?" asked Mrs.
Fenelby. "You will not feel hurt, or anything?"

"Oh, no!" said Kitty, lightly. "It will be a lark. I never in my
life went visiting with three trunks, and then had them stored in
another house. It will be quite like being shipwrecked on a desert
island, to get along with one shirt-waist and one handkerchief."

"It will not be quite that bad, you know," said Mr. Fenelby, with
the air of a man stating a great discovery, "because, don't you see,
you can open your trunks at the Rankins', and bring over just as
many things as you think you can afford to pay on."

For some reason that Mr. Fenelby could not fathom Kitty laughed
merrily at this, and then they all went in to dinner. It was a very
good dinner, of the kind that Bridget could prepare when she was in
the humor, and they sat rather longer over it than usual, and then
Mr. Fenelby proposed that he should step over to the Rankins' and
arrange about the storage of Kitty's trunks, and on thinking it over
he decided that he had better step down to the station and see if he
could not get a man to carry the trunks across the street and up the
Rankins' stairs. As they filed out of the house upon the porch,
Kitty suddenly decided that it was a beautiful evening for a little
walk, and that nothing would please her so much as to walk to the
station with Mr. Fenelby, if Laura would be one of the party, and
after running up to see that Bobberts was all right, Laura said
that she would go, and they started. As they were crossing the
street to the Rankins' Kitty suddenly turned back.

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