"Good-by," said the children; "we've had a beautiful time. Come and see us, and we'll show you our post-office."
"Good-by, my dears; thank you for coming, and come often," said Mr. Dean, as he held the garden gate open for them, and watched them go away, while Sheila "shook a day-day with her tail," as Amy said.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Trix, as they walked towards Miss Isabel's, whom they had not seen for four whole days, because she had been away.
"He's all right," said Jack comprehensively.
"I think he's nice," said Amy emphatically.
"He's the nicest man, except my father, I ever saw," announced Trix.
Margery sighed gently.
"I like him," she said, "and I'm sorry for him, because I think he's lonely and feels sad. He's most as nice for a man as Miss Isabel is for a lady." And praise could go no further.
Miss Isabel welcomed her fellow-members of the club heartily.
"We've something very interesting to tell you," said Amy, the moment the salutations were over.