"I hope every one of you little friends were real little ladies, thus rewarding him for his kindness," Aunt Charlotte said, gently.
"Oh, we were," said Nancy, "not a single one of us did anything that could trouble him."
"There were a number of little girls who only came here last week, so we weren't much acquainted with them, but they were all very nice, and he said he had as fine a time as we did," said Dorothy.
She climbed into a large hammock, and with Nancy beside her, sat swinging, and thinking of the day that had been so delightfully spent.
Mrs. Fenton came out upon the piazza, and, instead of sitting down, seemed to be looking for something.
"Can I help you?" said Nancy, slipping from the hammock, and hastening toward her.
"I've mislaid my glasses," she said, "and I can't find them."
She did not thank Nancy for so kindly offering to help her, but Nancy seemed not to notice that. She peeped under chairs, lifted their cushions, and even looked between folds of newspapers that lay near at hand, but the glasses were not in sight.
"How trying!" said Mrs. Fenton, "I have some letters that I wish to read, and I can't read them until my glasses are found."