"I am sorry, but it seems to me matters might be worse," Carl answered gravely.
"Of course you don't understand it. It means that we must find another boarding place, where I am sure I do not know. We can't afford any that are near here, and Mamma does so hate to board, she is not a bit happy. I would give anything if we could have a little house all to ourselves."
"There is one thing certain, you shall not go away from this neighborhood. Don't worry about it, it will come out all right."
Dora felt a little comforted by Carl's sympathy, though she knew he could not help her.
"Are you sure you could not find a small house that would do?" he asked.
"Yes, I know that is quite out of the question. Even a small house would cost too much, and then it would be too lonely for Mamma, when I am at school. You see it was foolish in me to tell you, for it only bothers you for nothing."
"Just wait a minute, I have an idea," said Carl, putting his hands in his pockets and assuming an air of deep meditation.
"It is ever so much better than Mrs. West's!" he exclaimed presently. "I am glad the old lady is going. I shall not tell you what it is till I investigate, but I am sure it will do."
He was so interested in his scheme, whatever it might be, that he would not wait a moment, but rushed away as soon as the door was opened.
"Ridiculous boy! What can he be thinking of?" Dora said to herself as she went upstairs, her curiosity much stronger than her faith.