"Not a bit," Phyllis laughed. "We've had a fine time. I'm sorry if you have been worried."
"Oh, I haven't," the boy replied, "but I think his nurse has the whole police force out looking for him. I knew he'd show up."
"Good-by, Don." Phyllis held out her hand, and Don put his little one in it.
"Don't get lost again, will you!"
"It depends," Don replied gravely. "I can't promise. Anyway I'll look for you every time I go to the park, and I'll ask the brownies about you, 'cause I like you, oh, heaps better than Chuck. He doesn't know anything about brownies."
Phyllis looked at the boy still standing in the doorway. He was blushing.
"How silly of him," she said to Don. "We do anyway, don't we?"
"'Course," Don replied, and he insisted in spite of his cousin's threats to watch and wave until Phyllis was out of sight.
Phyllis, hidden by the corner, paused to laugh.
"That wasn't a very polite thing to say," she admitted. "I wonder what made me think of it. He looked quite nice too. I wonder who he is?"