This time the old lady seemed to hear.
“Victrola, hey? You go right on a piece till you turn to your left. It’s the first house.”
“Thank you,” yelled Helen.
They were offered, and took, drinks of water, and went on again.
“I think one of you might have asked some of the questions,” said Helen indignantly.
“I’ll ask one now!” defied Louise. “Far be it from me not to do my duty.” She turned and ran back to where the old dame still rocked on her porch.
“Is it a good victrola?” she shouted.
The old lady shook her head.
“I wouldn’t go so far’s to say that,” she answered. “Smart, though—awful smart and clever!”
Louise ran back to the others without asking any more questions.