“We will go this very afternoon.”
They did, and with the most astonishing results. They were met at the door by a very large lady. “Large enough,” Florence thought with a start, “to occupy that huge chair.”
“We—we’d like to see the little lady in gray,” June said timidly.
“You must have the wrong number.” The large lady looked at them in surprise. “There is no one here but me.”
“But there was!” June insisted.
“You are mistaken!” In the woman’s voice there was a positive note none would care to dispute. “I live here alone with my cat and canaries. There never has been anyone else.”
June opened her mouth to speak again, but Florence was pulling at her arm.
“We’re sorry,” said Florence. “This must be the wrong address.”
“But it isn’t!” June insisted when they were once more on the sidewalk. “I am sure of it.”
“So am I.” Florence smiled in a strange way. “But when some fairy godmother borrows a house for a morning just so she can give you some very good news, you don’t go right ahead and give her away, do you?”