“I wonder if Granny will be at the window—yes, there she is! And Mrs. Jimmy George!” Doodles waved his hand high and joyously. Granny was waving both of hers!
The car had slowed, but it was going past! Oh, they would turn round—that was it! But no! They were leaving The Flatiron behind! He looked inquiringly at Dorothy.
“We are going for a little longer drive,” she smiled.
That was queer. Doodles felt a bit disappointed. It was nice to ride farther, but he was in a hurry to see his mother and Blue. Never mind, he would be back before long. But on and on they went.
“This is the road to the Flemings’, isn’t it?” Doodles asked at length.
Dorothy assented. She put her arm around him. “Are you tired?”
“Not a mite,” he told her.
And at that minute they neared the house on the knoll, and turned in at the great stone gateway. Were they going for a call, Doodles asked himself. No, they whizzed directly by the door. Truly this was a most mysterious ride!
On a branch driveway was a little bungalow. Doodles had once noticed how pretty it was. Straight towards the tiny house sped the car. Why, there was Blue out in front! And his mother, with a shawl over her head! She ran down from the veranda. As the car stopped she was ready to take Doodles in her arms.
“I can’t go up and down steps very well yet,” he said.