"Maybe it's some one from Cousin Mag Lewis's to see if we are all right," said Mary Lee. "I shouldn't wonder if it were Phil."
"Well, you go see."
Mary Lee ran down-stairs to the door. It was still raining a little as the puddles in the front walk showed. The vines were dripping and the flowers hung heavy heads. Mary Lee did not notice these things, however, for two strange lads stood before her. She at once surmised who they were. "Come right in," she said. "Just put your umbrellas in that corner of the porch. I'll tell Nan you are here."
"We are Randolph and Ashby Gordon," said the boys.
"I know," returned Mary Lee, and sped up the stairs leaving the boys to deposit their wet umbrellas on the porch. "Nan, Nan," called the girl, "they've come, and Aunt Sarah isn't here."
"Who has come?" Nan questioned from the top of the steps.
"The boys, our cousins, Randolph and Ashby. They are at the front door."
"Goodness!" exclaimed Nan. "What did you say to them, Mary Lee?"
"I didn't say anything except to tell them where to put their umbrellas. Come right down, please, Nan."