CHAPTER IX[ToC]
AT AVONDALE
Harry was ready to go over to the cottage at eight the next morning, but Leslie declared it a ridiculous hour to call.
"Call!" cried Harry. "Who's going to make a prim old call, I'd like to know? S'pose a fellow is going to lug a card case just to go and play with Rose?"
"Of course not," said Leslie, "but even if we are just going over to the cottage to play, we'd not care to get there when she's eating breakfast."
"Well, I guess there's no chance of doing that, Leslie. Look at the clock. It is after eight now, and we're still at table."
"I'll go over with you at nine," Leslie said, and when the clock struck nine, she found him just outside the door, his shrill whistle having told her where to find him.
"Come on!" he cried. "It's nine, and if you won't come with me now I'll go over to see Rose without you."
"Well, I'll have to go back now," Leslie said, and turning, she ran across the hall, and up the stairway, laughing as she went.