“Oh, yes, I do remember,” admitted Nancy. “But it’s too foolish, Ted—”
“Foolish nothing! I tell you I saw him go,” Ted declared in a voice that admitted of no argument.
“How funny!” cried Nancy. “Do you really believe in that stuff, Ted?” she asked quizzically.
“Oh, say!” Ted was too disgusted to attempt explanation. That any one should doubt his eyes was beyond his understanding.
“Well, I’ll tell you,” Nancy condescended. “I’m going to call on Miss Townsend soon, that is, mother and I are, because Miss Townsend has been sick, you know,” she elucidated. “Then, I’m just going to ask her straight all about that weird story.”
“As if she’d tell,” scoffed the boy. “Why, her own dog never left her house since she’s been sick, if you want to know. What do you make out of that?”
“Cute doggie,” replied Nancy, now shutting off the gas stove to await her mother’s coming. “And another thing, Ted, I wish you could see how that dog acts around this place.”
“I’m just thinking that maybe Miss Townsend is acting sick just to get back here,” hazarded Ted. “I hope mother won’t give in, if she is, for I like it here, don’t you, Nan?”
“Love it! Here’s mother! Quick Ted, the ice water. There, let’s hide!”
The joy of a thing well done was Nancy’s reward for her extra efforts. The little meal was indeed a credit to her, and that it gave her mother unmistakable pleasure was Nancy’s greatest satisfaction.