"Because somebody does it for him, I suppose, but my mother says there's no reason why a boy shouldn't be as smart as a girl about finding things and keeping them in order."
"I wish my mother would say that to Lee," returned Florence; "he always throws his things anywhere and we girls have to find them for him and put them away."
"Well," said Rock, "I wouldn't let a girl do that for me."
Eleanor was sitting on the floor hugging her knees, her eyes roving around the room. Presently she jumped up and began a frantic dance. "What is the matter?" asked Florence in wonder.
"I'm glad, just so glad that I can't help it," Eleanor told her. "When I think it is Rock and not Don who is in the little room, and that you are here instead of Olive, I could scream with joy."
"We haven't been to the playhouse yet," said Florence.
"No, mamma said to wait till to-morrow."
"Why?"
"I don't know. She just said so. I don't suppose there is any reason."
"I believe there is," said Florence mysteriously.