The locked house was behind them, they had come down the street steps, and turned for a last look at the blank windows.
"I remember coming here after my father died," Susan said. "You gave me a little cologne bottle filled with water, and one of those spools that one braids worsted through, do you remember?"
"Do you remember Miss Fish,--the old girl whose canary we hit with a ball? And the second-hand type-writer we were always saving up for?"
"And the day we marked up the steps with chalk and Auntie sent us out with wet rags?"
"Lord--Lord!" They were both smiling as they walked away.
"Shall you go to Nevada City with the Eastmans, Sue?"
"No, I don't think so. I'll stay with Georgie for a week, and get things straightened out."
"Well, suppose we go off and have dinner somewhere, to-morrow?"
"Oh, I'd love it! It's terribly gloomy at Georgie's. But I'm going over to see the Carrolls to-morrow, and they may want to keep me---"
"They won't!" said Billy grimly.