"Shall I speak with Mrs. Vandecar about it this afternoon?" asked Ann.
"Yes, just sound her, and see what she says."
"I might as well go to her right away, then, Horace. You talk with the little girl about going to school while I'm gone. You can do so much more with her than I can."
"All right," said Horace, "and I feel very sure that we won't have any trouble with her."
After seeing his sister depart, he returned to the library and, before settling himself in a chair, sent a summons to Flea.
When the girl appeared, Horace rose and cast smiling eyes of approval over her.
"That's a mighty pretty dress you have on," said he. "Was it Sister's idea to put that lacy, frilly stuff on it?"
Flea crimsoned at his praise, as she nodded affirmation.
"Sit here in this chair," invited Shellington. "I want to have a little chat with you this afternoon."
Unconsciously Flea put herself into an attitude of graceful attention and gazed at him worshipfully. At that moment Horace felt how very much he desired that she grow into a good woman.