Harriet laughed merrily. Miss Elting looked grave.
"Does Mrs. Livingston know—did she know you were coming?"
"Of course, she did. Dad looked after that. Where is she. She'll be delighted to see me, I'll wager."
"Yeth," nodded Tommy who had joined them. "The'll be tho glad that thhe'll cry her eyeth out. How long are you going to thtay?"
"As long as you do. Now let's get that car unloaded and start something. This place is so quiet it gives me the blues."
Margery threw up her hands in despair, Harriet smiled amusedly, Miss Elting shook her head hopelessly. Jane darted off with long strides. She had grabbed a hand of the protesting Tommy and was fairly dragging the little girl along with her. It was a strange figure that Mrs. Livingston, who stood talking with Jane's father, saw approaching her, and during the weeks that followed she was to understand quite fully why Jane McCarthy's friends had named her "Crazy Jane."
CHAPTER XIV
CRAZY JANE IS INTRODUCED
"Oh, how do you do?" greeted Jane when her father had introduced her to Mrs. Livingston.