"They were so good to me, you will let us go, won't you, mamma?" Eleanor asked when she went into her mother.
"Of course, dear, you may go. I am more than grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Snyder for their kindness to you, and I would not refuse to have you accept their invitation for anything."
"And you'll take butter from them again?"
"Most certainly. Now run along, Miss Reese and I have some matters we want to talk over."
"I can't find the key to the playhouse," said Eleanor, coming back in a minute.
"Can't you? Well, never mind, wait till to-morrow before you go there. Suppose you get Bubbles to help you and Florence to put your clothing neatly in the bureau drawers."
"And then shall we help Rock to put his away?"
"Yes."
But upon being consulted, Rock said, "I did that myself."
Eleanor looked at him admiringly and Florence said, "I didn't know boys ever did such things; my brother doesn't."