She told him and when the address was given they went on, Donald striding along with his hands in his pockets and vouchsafing no reply to Eleanor's "we go this way."
"Do we have to walk? Aren't there any electric cars?" he asked when they had turned the first corner.
"Yes, but it isn't very far, and the cars don't go by our house," Eleanor told him.
"'Tisn't much of a place, is it?"
"It isn't a real big city, of course. Did you think it was?"
"No, but you needn't be so smart."
Eleanor wondered wherein she had shown her special smartness, and made up her mind, then and there, that this boy was not going to be any company for her. He was about nine years old, but assumed the manner of a boy older. The two girls seemed to be about six and eleven.
Eleanor was glad when they reached home; the others had already arrived. It gave the child a pang to see Mrs. Murdoch established in her mother's room, although it seemed perfectly proper that the girls should occupy the guest chamber. A little room back of it was set apart for Donald.
"Say, mamma, I don't like that room," he said on seeing it. "I want one next to you. Isn't there one there?"
"Yes, but it is Eleanor's room."