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UNCLE ISAAC’S WILL 123
"We will consider that later," said Father.
Why was it necessary to consider such an
absolutely certain thing? Of course he wished
to ride. It could easily happen that Carlstrom
would be as cross as usual after today and never
offer the horse again. He knew Carlstrom!
But Father had a very sober face, and when he
looked like that there was no use saying anything.
So Johnny Blossom darted into the house and
raced around to find Asta and the maids, to
tell them the remarkable happenings of the
afternoon.
There they were, all of them, down in the
syringa arbor — Olea the cook, Lisa the
nursemaid, Asta, Andrea, and Dagny.
"Now you shall hear!" shouted Johnny,
dashing into the arbor. "Just think! I was put
up on the library table, and all the people came
and shook hands with me; old Rolfsen began it,
and he made a kind of speech for me; and Lars
Berget wanted to shout ’Hurrah!’ when we
drove out. And if all this isn’t true, you may
chop my head off." Johnny Blossom’s eyes
shone. He was tremendously in earnest.
Olea the cook knitted slowly and thoughtfully.
"It would be just like you to stand on the
table," she said dryly. "And if the people had
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