“The house was intended for the gardener,” Blue explained; “but he went back to Scotland before it was done, and so it was empty, and Mrs. Fleming and mother fixed it up together that we’d come here to live. I’m going in to school every day on the trolley, and next spring you are to go!”
“O—h!” breathed Doodles delightedly.
“And I shall take my dinner, and be gone all day! S’pose you’ll be lonesome?”
“Now, Blue!” interposed his mother.
“You just wait!” giggled Blue. “Shall you, Doodles?”
“Why, I shall miss you and mother, of course; but I shan’t mind being alone—I can walk, you know! Will mother carry her dinner, too?”
This was what Blue had been waiting for. “No!” he chuckled. “She isn’t going on the trolley either!”
“Don’t tease him, Blue! Tell him all about it!” laughed Mrs. Stickney. “I must go down and see to my muffins.”
“What is it?” begged Doodles. “I can’t wait a minute longer!”
“Mother has given up working in the shop!”