“You precious baby! And it shall be ‘lucky stars’—you’ll see!” cried Margaret.
CHAPTER XXV
It was, indeed, “lucky stars,” as little Maggie soon found out. Others found it out, too; but to some of these it was not “lucky” stars.
At the dinner table on that first night after the visit to Patty’s house, Margaret threw the family into no little consternation by abruptly asking:
“How do you go to work to get men and things to put houses into livable shape?... I don’t suppose I did word it in a very businesslike manner,” she added laughingly, in response to Frank Spencer’s amazed ejaculation.
“But what—perhaps I don’t quite understand,” he murmured.
“No, of course you don’t,” replied Margaret; “and no wonder. I’ll explain. You see I’ve found another of my friends. It’s the little girl, Patty, with whom I lived three years in New York. She’s down in one of the mill cottages, and it leaks and is in bad shape generally. I want to fix it up.”
There was a dazed silence; then Frank Spencer recovered his wits and his voice.
“By all means,” he rejoined hastily. “It shall be attended to at once. Just give me your directions and I will send the men around there right away.”
“Thank you; then I’ll meet them there and tell them just what I want done.”