"Two or three, I think," said Fanny. "I shan't mind that. It will make a little life in the house," she said.
"Yes; if you don't have too much of it," commented Miriam. "When are you to come out?" she asked the next minute.
"Oh, Sunday evening, of course. I shall have to help cook the dinner in the morning."
"Well, it will be all right for your new frock now," said Miriam. "I am glad we ordered them on Sunday."
"Yes. So am I." And Fanny bade her friend good-bye, and hurried on to Mortimer Street.
She had to ring the bell several times before she could make herself heard, for a game of romps seemed to be in progress, and the noise of children's voices, shouting, screaming, and laughing, made other sounds inaudible in the house.
"I won't have that row in my kitchen, I know," muttered Fanny, as she gave another vigorous pull at the front-door bell.
This time somebody did hear it, and at once flew to the door.
It was a boy about ten, and in answer to Fanny's inquiry for Mrs. Lewis, the boy slammed the door in her face, and dashed off upstairs, calling—
"Mother! mother! here's a girl wants you!" Fanny was not too well pleased. "What a way to answer the door!" she said, half aloud.