"Is it all made new?" they asked wistfully.
"Wait and see!" I confidently replied.
The night was cold and dark but as they neared the old house its windows winked a cheery welcome. "Why, it looks just as it used to!" exclaimed Mary Isabel.
"There are lights in our room!" exclaimed Constance.
"Run ahead, and knock," I urged.
She hung back. "I'm afraid," she said.
"So am I," echoed Connie.
The new metal roof gleaming like frost interested them as they entered the gate.
"Why, the porch is all here!" shouted Constance.
"But the screens are off," commented Mary Isabel.