There had been other waves of excitement connected with it; the Brownes themselves, owners of the little place, had come up to try to spend an economical summer in it. But the mosquitoes had driven them back again in a week. Three or four [72] ]other families had taken the cottage at different times, but no one stayed permanently.
“Wonder how long it’ll be empty this time,” Clif said, peering in the windows and finding even the furniture had gone this time.
“’Bout a month I ’spect,” Alf said; “don’t you hope a boy like Alec comes again?”
But it was destined to stand with dusty, blindless windows, and empty echoing rooms, and tangled garden for just eight months—until the right people wanted it.
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]CHAPTER VII
A WAY TO WEALTH
“Do all that you know and try all that you don’t,
Not a chance must be wasted to-day.”
The very day after that winter Sunday’s talk Phyl and Dolly were most mysteriously busy, and nothing Weenie could urge would make them allow her to join them.
“We are not playing at all,” they said severely; “run away at once, Weenie, we are doing something very important indeed.”
“You’re playing fairies, I know you are,” contended Weenie. “I will play with you.” She rushed after Dolly and hung on to her waist.