"Indeed, I feel so," admitted Flora.
"If you are not busy come home with me for a while."
"I should like nothing better," cried Flora. "Just wait until I tell mother."
In a moment she was back, and the two walked on, Flora insisting on helping Ruth with her market-basket.
Jem met them at the door of the tiny house, and conducted them in with great dignity. Flora was delighted with everything.
"What a dear little house," she exclaimed, glancing about her admiringly.
"I am glad you like it," said Ruth, looking pleased.
"And what a dear, little, old-fashioned housekeeper you make!"
"Do you really think so?"
"Of course I do," said Flora, heartily. "Ruth, dear," she continued, abruptly changing the subject, "I want a talk with you."