Peter Martin commented, in his slow way, "If Charlie is right about his reason for leaving it as it is, I am not so sure, daughter, that even Adam Ward can afford to do such a thing."
Captain Charlie's eyes twinkled as he addressed his sister. "Father evidently believes with the Interpreter that houses have souls or spirits or something—like human beings."
"Of course," she returned, "if the Interpreter believes it father is bound to."
The old workman smiled. "You children will believe it, too, some day; at least I hope so."
"I wonder if Helen ever goes to see the Interpreter," said Mary.
Captain Charlie returned, quickly, "I know she does."
"How do you know? Did you ever meet her there?"
The Captain answered grimly, "I hid out in the garden once with Billy
Rand to keep from meeting her."
Flushed with the unparalleled adventures of the day, Bobby Whaley asked his father, "Dad, ain't the old Interpreter one of us?—ain't he?"
"Sure he is."