"Fräulein! Dicky, what have you been doing?"
Helen seized him by the arm and drew him to the side of her chair, while all the other members of the Club laid down their work and listened.
Dicky was somewhat embarrassed at being the object of such undivided attention. He climbed up into Helen's lap.
"I heard you talking at breakfatht about Fräulein and how thomebody perhapth wath dead and perhapth wathn't dead, tho I went and athked her if he wath dead."
"Oh, Dicky!"
Helen buried her face in his bobbed hair, and the rest of the Mortons looked at each other aghast.
"We were wondering if it would be an intrusion to send Fräulein some flowers," explained Helen,—"and—"
"—and here Dicky butts right in!" finished Roger.
"I went to the houthe and I rang the bell," continued Dicky, "and an old lady came to the door."
"Mrs. Hindenburg."