“The new folks who bought the Cleveland house?” asked Bill.
“Yes, that’s the one,” said Eddie. “I don’t know him so very well, but he lives right here, and he seems to be a dandy fellow. Plays good tennis and talks like a nice clean boy. His father is blind, I guess. He wears black glasses with little wings-like at the side, so the light won’t get in or so you won’t see his eyes, and he always takes somebody’s arm when he walks around the park. Marion De Lorme is the boy’s name.”
“Marion! That’s a girl’s name,” objected Bill.
“Not when it is spelled with an O,” explained Eddie. “I don’t guess he likes it so very well himself. He asked me to call him Dee.”
“Well, let’s ask him,” said Bill. “Anyhow, let’s see what I think about him.”
“You will like him,” said Eddie with conviction. “Why don’t we get Ernest Beezley to show us how to run the thing? What do we care if he does know about it?”
“Good idea!” said Bill. “Great idea! Let’s go tell Frank.”
They hurried over to the house and told Frank their plan.
“Good plan!” said that young man, nodding. “I thought it was what you would want, so I just telephoned for him. He is on a three days’ leave from camp. His sister is going to be married, or some foolishness like that. He will be along in half an hour or so. What you fellows been doing? You have been long enough to clean a whole house.”
“It was awful dirty,” explained Bill, “and now it is clean as wax. I wish mamma would let us have some of those old chairs up in the garret and a table, so it would look like a real club room.”