"Yes," said Suzanna. "Come soon, won't you?"
Graham promised he would do so.
As the Procter children went down the road, Graham watched them, but his gaze presently concentrated itself on Suzanna, who was leading the small Daphne.
"I like Suzanna," thought Graham. "I like to see her flush up like a rose when she speaks." Which was a poetical observation for a boy of twelve.
CHAPTER XV
A LENT MOTHER
Mrs. Procter was in the dining-room arranging the shelves of her small sideboard when she heard sounds betokening the children's return.
They entered the dining-room, Suzanna leading a small stranger by the hand, Maizie and Peter behind.
"Mother," began Suzanna at once, "David, the gardener, took the dog and we brought this little girl home to see you."