"Then I'll take you home."
This pleased the little girl, and hand in hand they left the shop and started for the Corsen residence, which was on the most fashionable side street of Lakeport. It was soon reached and Harry left Violet at the gate. Then he hurried back, to do his errand and get home in time for supper.
"You are a little late," said his mother, when he entered.
"I couldn't help it, mother. There was some excitement downtown. Jerry Flagg brought a bull into town and he broke loose, and smashed one of Mr. Jackson's shop windows."
"Did he come after you?"
"Not exactly, but I hit him with my baseball bat. Then he ran away."
"You must be careful, Harry. A bull is a dangerous animal when he gets wild."
No more was said about the happening by Harry and the supper passed as usual. But hardly was it finished when the doorbell rang.
"Who can that be?" murmured Mrs. Westmore and sent Laura to answer the summons. On the piazza stood Mr. Monroe Corsen and his wife, with Violet.
"Is Harry at home?" asked the gentleman.