Nor were they disappointed. Taking a deep breath, Mr. Vincent went on:
“You may not know this. Mrs. Myles dislikes me intensely. I might even say she hates me.”
“But why?” cut in Veve. “You’re awfully nice.”
“Thank you,” he said, smiling down upon her. “To go on, Mrs. Myles hasn’t spoken a word to me in years. My sister detests the ground I walk on.”
The Brownies wondered if they had heard correctly.
“Your sister?” echoed Connie.
Mr. Vincent nodded.
“Now you know why I take a personal interest in Mrs. Myles,” he said. “I want to help her and feel it is my duty to do so. But she will have nothing to do with me.”
“How strange!” exclaimed Sunny, unable to understand the odd situation. “Why doesn’t Mrs. Myles like you?”
The instant the question had been asked, the Brownies were sorry. Mr. Vincent, they could see, did not want to answer.