“And I believe she’s an old dear at that,” Ruth said, reflectively. “Maybe we can get her to help those little Italian children—if we can once get their parents to clean them up.”
“Well!” breathed Agnes, finally. “I wasn’t thinking particularly about her—or of the Joe Maroni kids. I was just thinking that perhaps it is not always so nice to be rich, after all. Now! we didn’t have to worry about tenement house property, and the quarrels of the tenants, when we lived on Essex Street in Bloomingsburg.”
[CHAPTER XIII—THE MARONIS]
It was on this day, too, that Agnes received a letter from Bloomingsburg. Kitty Robelle wrote a long and “newsy” letter, for Kitty had been one of Agnes’ most cherished friends.
Kitty lived right next door to the house in which the Kenways had lived so long, so she had all the news to impart of the old neighborhood. One item interested the four Corner House girls immensely.
“Little Tommy Rooney has run away and his mother can’t find out what’s become of him. He swapped his Indian suit with Patsy Link for a cowboy suit, and has been gone a week. The police, even, can’t find him.”
“There now!” cried Tess. “What did I tell you? I knew I saw him go past here in the rain.”
“Oh, but, Tess,” said Ruth, “you can’t be sure. And how could he ever have gotten to Milton?”
“I don’t know,” said the confident Tess. “But he’s here.”
Dot agreed with her. “You know,” the latter said, gravely, “he said he was coming to Milton to shoot Indians.”