“But it isn’t all right,” Miss Linkin protested. “It is time everyone was in bed, and it’s wasting gas to no purpose.”
“We had best go in, Dan,” said Isabel, sighing.
She had so longed for a long talk with her brother.
“Never mind, old girl,” answered Dan in a comforting way. “I’ll get up and walk to school with you, and we can finish out talk then.”
Isabel smiled. “It is good to have you home again!” she told him.
“Put the gas fire out!” called Miss Linkin.
“All right!” shouted Dan. “You will take cold, aunt, standing at the door!”
“How annoying she is!” he added.
“Oh, never mind,” Isabel rejoined. “She has been so good, looking after us all. It has been wonderful the way she has always kept us out of debt; and she does look after mother so beautifully.”
The brother and sister entered the house arm in arm, like the chums they were, and Isabel flew upstairs. Dan went into the dining-room, blundering over the furniture in the dark, and finally sprawling over something on the hearth.