"Perhaps next week will bring us good fortune, my dear," he said. "How did you get on to-day, all alone? I see the silver has been polished."
"Only some of it, Daddy. And I have been a busy bee, now I tell you."
"Bravo, my dear! The busy bee makes the honey."
"And has a stinger, too," she replied roguishly. "I guess Arlo
Junior thinks so."
"So Junior came over according to promise?" said her father, interested.
"Yes, indeed. And he did work, Daddy! You should have seen him."
"The vision of Arlo Weeks, Junior, working really would be worth the price of admission," chuckled Broxton Day.
"That isn't the worst of it—for Arlo," said Janice gaily. "You see, his helping me clean up that back kitchen got him a bad reputation."
"Why, Janice! How was that?"
"Oh, he did the cleaning very well. As well as it could be done. That soft coal made marks on the walls that never will come off until they are painted again. It's awful smutchy—that coal."