"Oh, no, you come to mine. We can play out in my little house in the garden, even if it does rain."
"Have you a little playhouse?"
"Yes, one all my own. Papa had it built for me."
Janet was much impressed. "I'll come," she said. And the two little girls parted to meet an hour later.
It was Friday afternoon, and there were no lessons to be studied, and therefore Eleanor counted on having a fine time. "Mamma," she said, as she entered the house, "I have a new friend, at least I haven't known her very long and she has never been to see me, but she is coming this afternoon. Her name is Janet Forrester. She lives in that yellow house on Main Street, you know, the one by the church."
"Yes, I know."
"She hasn't been living in town very long, and that's why she doesn't know many people. Do you know her mother?"
"Only slightly. I have called upon her. I hope Janet is a good little girl, and one that is proper for you to associate with."
"Oh yes, she is. She wears lovely clothes, and her father keeps a carriage."
Mrs. Dallas smiled. "I don't think we can judge by either of those things. You would better play in your own little house, for your papa has come home feeling far from well, and I should like to keep the house quiet."