Carrie Pepper did not allow the berry stain on Margy's blouse to chill her greeting to the Riddle Club.
"Well, for goodness' sake!" she said most cordially. "Where are you going?"
"To the post-office," Polly explained. "Hello, Mattie. Hello, Joe," for Joe Anderson had stopped skipping stones into the water and had come up to them.
"We got here this noon," volunteered Carrie. "Joe Anderson is going to stay with Albert Holmes for two weeks—they have the bungalow next to Mrs. Helms'."
"Where is your bungalow?" Mattie asked curiously.
Fred glanced at Polly and laughed.
"Have to be some bungalow to get us all in," he said. "We have a large cottage and it's none too big. Guess you don't know it—the Meeker Cottage, they call it."
"We have balconies to spare," Polly chimed in. "Regular little porches and stuck wherever there is a window."
"Oh, those old-fashioned places are so queer," said Mattie, with a smile. "Daddy wanted Mother to take a cottage over where you are, but she says no one goes there any more. Our bungalow is awfully pretty, but the rooms are a little small and we have to keep the shades down all the time because the houses on either side are built so close every one looks right in our windows. But it's a lovely house, isn't it, Carrie?"