The Hand-Me-Down Family. Winnie Griggs

Mrs. Mayweather will let me bring some of her sugar cubes for Cinnamon?”

      “We’ll ask her,” Jack answered. “But I’m sure it’ll be all right.”

      “And Aunt Callie can come, too, can’t she?”

      Bless Annabeth’s innocent little heart.

      Jack cut her a quick glance, that stiff formality firmly back in place. “Yes, of course. That is, if she wants to?”

      Was it her imagination, or did it sound as if he’d rather she declined the invitation?

      She lifted her chin and smiled sweetly. “I need to make a stop at the telegraph office first, but I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.”