“Nice neighborhood that,” Bob commented as he read it. It was indeed a nice neighborhood, as the girls decided when, a few moments later, they turned off of the noisy streets and found themselves in a place so quiet that it seemed like the village of Sunnyside. There was a small park, green with grass and trees, around which stood handsome brown-stone houses. Adele was puzzled. If Madge Peterson lived in one of these, what could she have meant by saying that she needed to earn money with her drawing? Adele had not heard of Roberty-Bob.
Jack had stopped the car at the curb, and Adele laughingly said, “Our footman ought to go up and ring the bell.”
“Very well, Miss Doring,” Bob gayly replied. “Your footman will do your bidding.”
So out of the car the lad leaped, and up the flight of stone steps he ran, but before he could ring the bell the door opened and there stood Everett Peterson.
“Why, Bob Angel!” he cried. “This is great! Did you come in for the game?”
“Well, Everett, do you live here?” Bob exclaimed in surprise. Bob was already doing some preparatory work at the North High, and it was there they had met. Then suddenly remembering the part he was supposed to be playing, Bob said solemnly, “Mr. Peterson, at present I am Miss Doring’s footman, and she sent me to inquire if your sister is in.”
“So that’s it,” laughed Everett. “Yes, my sister is at home, and is expecting her guests.”
The three girls now appeared on the porch, and Madge, hearing merry voices, came out of the library to greet them. She was indeed glad to meet Amanda, and that orphan girl, who had dreaded coming, for fear she would not be welcome, was soon put at her ease.
Everett and Bob had gone back to the car, and Everett was introduced to Adele’s brother, Jack.
“I’ll tell you what,” Everett cried. “You fellows come back here for lunch and we’ll all go to the game together.”