"Oh, why?"
"Because I saw your papa come out of there with a man."
"Oh, well, we'll see to-morrow. I'm not going to guess about it. Let us go downstairs. There comes Doctor Sullivan again, oh, and Miss Reese is going. She will be here to-morrow to begin lessons. Doctor Sullivan is not coming in. Miss Reese is going with him in the buggy."
The next day did solve the mystery of the playhouse, for it appeared that the place had been repaired and put in perfect order. The man, whom Florence saw, had been putting in a pane of glass which Don had broken. "It looks nicer than ever," said Eleanor admiringly. "I am so glad papa had it made so new and clean, I feel as if all the Don of it were gone now." The words were hardly out of her mouth before Don's form appeared in the doorway. Eleanor drew herself up stiffly. "Well?" she said.
Don looked rather sheepish, but he said: "I just thought I would come over."
Eleanor said nothing.
"Say, I left my knife out here," began Don.
"When?"
"Oh, a long time ago. I want to come in and look for it."
"You can't come in. I will look for it. I don't believe it is here though, for it's been ever and ever so long since you were in here."