“Yes, I suppose you do,” the visitor said. “Now that the pie is in the oven, and will soon be done, I think I’ll wash my hands, for your mother may come along any minute.”
“She’ll be surprised to see you,” ventured Ted.
“And she’ll be glad,” added Janet.
“I hope she won’t think I did too much—making free in her kitchen the way I did,” said the caller.
“No, she’ll be glad,” Ted went on. “I’ll tell her what happened, though,” he said quickly, with a look at Janet. For he had not forgotten his part in the accident.
“Yes, it is best to tell mother or daddy everything,” said the dear old lady. She took off the apron she had been wearing, washed her hands and was going to sit in the parlor, for the pie would need to bake ten minutes more, when in came Mrs. Martin.
“Oh!” exclaimed the mother of the Curlytops, as she entered and saw her visitor. “How glad I am to see you, Mrs. Keller,” she went on.
“Thank you, I am glad I had a chance to call,” was the answer. “I came to say that my husband and I are going to Sunset Beach sooner than we expected, and I want to give you our address there and get yours.”
“Oh, Mother,” began Janet, when Mrs. Keller had finished. “I was making——”
Just then Norah, who had come back from the grocery with the cinnamon, opened the door from the kitchen and, not knowing there was company, she cried out: