"You are good, Miss Corner. Won't mother be happy when she knows you are here. I say, I am in luck."
"So are we," said Miss Helen, smiling. "There comes Jack, Mary."
Jack, with hanging head, sidled out the door and came hesitatingly forward as her mother held out her hand. "Don't scold her," begged Carter in an undertone.
Mrs. Corner nodded reassuringly. "It wasn't very nice for a little girl to be fighting in the streets, was it?" she whispered, as she drew Jack to her.
"It wasn't nice," Jack honestly admitted, "but I was so mad. Not a soul saw us, mother, till Mr. Barnwell came along, and he didn't count."
Carter laughed. "Oh, she's great, Mrs. Corner. I've not had so much fun since I left home. How is your Chinaman, Miss Jack?"
"He's all right. He's going to make me a cake and bring me a present, he says."
"I should think he would want to," said Carter. "I should under like circumstances."
"May I go with him?" Jack asked her mother, nodding toward Carter.
"Go where?" Mrs. Corner looked puzzled.