Suzanna flushed darkly. "She's beautiful," she averred; "she's my teacher."
"But didn't you see her arm?"
"No," said Suzanna, "I did not."
Maizie cried out triumphantly: "Well, that's the first time you didn't see something I saw."
Suzanna did not answer. She could not voice her emotions.
"Well, I don't want you or anyone in the whole world even to notice Miss Smithson's arm," she flung out, and so Maizie was silenced.
Suzanna glanced through the window.
"Why there's father," cried Suzanna; "I wonder why he's coming home so early?"
Mr. Procter came hurriedly down the path, pushed open the front door, and with no word sprang up the stairs. To the attic, the children knew.
"He must have thought of something to do to The Machine," said Maizie.