“Nonsense, Aunt Wess’,” answered Laura, good-naturedly. “We’ll work it out all right. I know what’s the matter with that range. I’ll be right down and see to it so soon as I’m dressed.”

It was nearly ten o’clock before breakfast, such as it was, was over. They ate it on the kitchen table, with the kitchen knives and forks, and over the meal, Page having remarked: “Well, what will we do first?” discussed the plan of campaign.

“Landry Court does not have to work today⁠—he told me why, but I’ve forgotten⁠—and he said he was coming up to help,” observed Laura, and at once Aunt Wess’ smiled. Landry Court was openly and strenuously in love with Laura, and no one of the new household ignored the fact. Aunt Wess’ chose to consider the affair as ridiculous, and whenever the subject was mentioned spoke of Landry as “that boy.”