"This be the promised land, all right, Fluke! Ain't we lucky kids to be here?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
With infinite tenderness, Ann led Flea into the pretty blue bedroom. The girl drew back with an exclamation.
"It's too nice for a squatter! But I'm glad you put Fluke in that red place, 'cause it looks so warm and feels warm. But me—"
Ann interrupted hastily.
"You remember my brother saying that you were going to stay here with us until your brother was well?"
Flea assented.
"Then, as long as you are with us, you will be our guest just as though you were my sister. Would you like to be my sister?"