"It's Larry and Daisy," said Bets. "Oh, good. I wonder if they've got any news."
Mr. Smellie-and a Rubber-soled Shoe!
Larry and Daisy had spent an exciting morning. They had decided to interview old Mr. Smellie as soon as possible, and get it over. They talked over the best way of tackling him.
"We can't very well go and ask for a drink of water or anything like that," said Daisy. "I simply can't imagine what excuse we can up for going to see him."
They both thought hard for some minutes. Thea Larry looked up. "What about throwing our ball into Mr. Smellie's garden?" he said.
"What good would that do?" asked Daisy.
"Well, silly, we could go after it - climb over the wall, don't you see - and hope that he will see us and ask what we're doing," said Larry.
"I see" said Daisy. "Yes - it seehis quite a good idea. We'll do that."
So Larry threw His ball high and it went over the trees, and fell in the middle of the lawn next door. The children ran down to the wall at the bottom. In a moment or two they were over it and in the bushes at the end of Mr. Smellie's garden.
They went boldly out on to the lawn and began hunting for the ball. They could see it quite well, for it was in the edge of a rose-bed on the lawn. They called to one another as they hunted, hoping that some one in the house would hear them and come to a window.