This was a question so unexpected that Dorothy sat down the better to consider it; then greatly wondering, answered:
“Yes, there is an afflicted little creature here. Why? What do you know about her?”
“All there is to know, child! All there is to know. Thee sees a most unhappy man before thee, lass.”
“Who is Luna? How came she here? Tell me, quick, quick; and if you know her home?”
“Verily, I know it, since it’s my own, too. It’s a long story, a long lane, but the worm turned. Ah! yes. It turned.”
Dolly began to think her visitor was crazy and springing up ran toward the house, saying:
“I’m going for Aunt Betty. I’d rather you told your errand to her.”
The man did not object, and, greatly surprised by the imperative summons though smiling at her darling’s excitement, Mrs. Calvert left her guests and followed the girl through the shrubbery to the arbor where the vines hid her from the curious glances of those she had left.
“Something’s up! I wonder what?” exclaimed Monty Stark.