“Who is Thompson?” he asked.
“He is the one who takes care of Walter, and he is very nice. Why grandpa, he is almost as good as Kellar; he can do all sorts of sleight-of-hand tricks!”
“But how do you know anything about him or Walter either?” asked Aunt Charlotte.
Then Caro remembered that she had not told anyone about all that had gone on in the garden, and she couldn’t think where to begin.
“Can’t you answer your aunt,” said her grandfather.
“Why yes—Aunt Charlotte,—I know them,—I got acquainted with them a long time ago.”
“With Walter Grayson? Why no one ever sees him; you must be mistaken,” Miss Barrows exclaimed.
“But I went to see him,” said Caro. “It wasn’t wrong, was it grandpa? You know you said to be a candle was to take a little cheer to lonely people—and I was sure he must be lonely. I thought maybe he’d like to see Trolley ’cause he lived there once, so I took him. Do you think it was wrong?”
“My dear I don’t know what to say—” the president put down his knife and fork and looked at Aunt Charlotte, and then at his granddaughter. “You mean to say you took the cat to see Walter Grayson?”
Caro nodded; “Yes, grandpa.”