There was no need. Eager hands were about him.
“How do you like it?” cried Blue.
“What?”
“Our new home,” Blue answered, and laughed to see his brother’s widening eyes. “We’ve moved out here!” he announced.
“And not going back to The Flatiron?” queried Doodles.
“Never!” was the prompt reply.
“Isn’t that beautiful!” exclaimed the lad.
“To think of your walking along just like anybody!” marveled Mrs. Stickney. “I can’t believe it yet!” she continued to Dorothy, as they hurried inside.
Doodles had to tell how he wondered and wondered when they did not stop at The Flatiron, and whom he saw at the windows, before his brother would be satisfied.
After the Gaylords were gone Blue must show the newcomer all over the little bungalow, the happy mother following them and putting an arm around each boy every time they stopped to admire a new piece of furniture or the view from a window.