Standing before them was the same woman who so abruptly had driven away from them in the park! Her name, Mr. Karwhite had told them, was Minnie Myles.
“Good afternoon,” the woman greeted them as the girls remained silent. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere?”
“Oh, yes,” murmured Veve in confusion.
“At the park,” supplied Connie, wondering if Mrs. Myles would order them away.
“To be sure! To be sure!” The woman spoke most pleasantly. “Do come in, girls.”
Now Veve and Connie were sorry they had chosen this particular house at which to inquire for buttons. However, it was too late to retreat, so they entered the warm kitchen.
Mrs. Myles had been baking bread. Three fragrant, crusty brown loaves cooled on the table. Heat continued to pour from the oven of the old-fashioned cook stove.
“H-m, that smells good!” exclaimed Veve, sniffing the air.
“Wouldn’t you like a piece, with wild grape jelly?” invited Mrs. Myles.
Now the change in the woman’s manner amazed both Veve and Connie.