"My soles and uppers!" ejaculated Bob.
Happie told the story of his coming, and how he had helped in the crowded hour of Herr Lieder's playing. "And he is coming this very night to see us all in the Patty-Pans. And mark my words, Robert Scollard: when we let him in to-night we shall never be able to drive him out again."
Whatever the future held to fulfil or to disprove Happie's prophecy, Robert Gaston was admitted that night. He went away leaving a critical group won over to his favor. Even Mrs. Scollard, keenly observant of Margery's friend, liked him greatly.
Happie wound up her vociferous little one-day clock in her mother's room, whither she had strolled at bedtime.
"Well, Happie?" hinted Mrs. Scollard, smiling at Happie's grave face.
"Well, mother," echoed Happie. "I could never have believed he would be so nice if I had not seen it."
CHAPTER XI
THE ELASTIC PATTY-PANS
"Everything looks like gray wadding, Margery, but I believe we've over-slept," remarked Happie on Sunday morning to her bedfellow, whose reply was a moan of sleepy protest. But Happie, who when she did wake up woke thoroughly and at once, tumbled out of bed and taking her small clock to the spot where the universal grayness was lightest, fell to shaking it energetically.