The snow had stopped and a cold sun was struggling through a mass of heavy clouds. She gazed below her idly. A man was on the roof of the house across the yard. The roof covered an extension that was only one story high but ran out from the house almost to the end of the yard, and brought it quite near to the roof of the kitchen of Miss Carter's house.
Phyllis watched the man with lazy interest. He was the caretaker, she knew, for the family was down South. He seemed to be fitting a heavy wire screen into one of the smaller windows immediately above the extension.
"Now, I wonder what he's doing that for?" she said aloud to herself. "Looks as though they were fixing that room for a baby."
Miss Carter came in at this minute and put an end to her curiosity.
"Oh, Auntie Mogs, Sally just called up to say that she and Daphne would come by for us in Daphne's car, and we could all go to Miss Pringle's and try on our costumes!" she exclaimed.
"Why, how very nice of Daphne,"—Miss Carter smiled. "I was worrying about your having to go out on this miserable day."
Phyllis laughed and put her arm around her aunt.
"You see there are no two ways about it!" she cried. "We should have a car of our own and then you would never have to worry about our feet."
"Oh, Phyllis, you're a great one,"—her aunt laughed. "Well, I'm afraid I must keep on worrying for we certainly can't have a car."
"Glad of it." Janet, for all her apparent interest for her book, had been listening with one ear to the conversation.