“I’m not a peddler!” cried Harry. “I want to get in! I’m Harry!”
“What! Harry?” exclaimed her mother. “Well, I am surprised!”
But Harry noticed that she was smiling broadly as she closed the window and disappeared. In a moment the door was opened and Harry passed inside, a little bit sulky.
“You knew it was me,” she declared. “You just did it to tease me!”
“What, knew you in those clothes?” asked her mother. “Why, how could I, my dear? And with that veil over your face? And tied so neatly, too!”
“Yes, you did know; Dick told you! And he’s as mean as mean can be!”
“Dick? No, Dick didn’t tell me, my dear. But I saw you leaving the house half an hour ago and found my blue skirt missing.”
“Where’s Dick?” demanded Harry.
“Oh, he’s been gone a long time, I guess. He came and asked if he might pass through the house and go out by the back door; he said you and he were playing a game called—Detective, wasn’t it? So I told him he might and the last I saw of him from my window he was climbing over the hedge into the ball field.”