"At any rate," struck in Aunt Madge, "Fly was the one that did the most business. You went round doing good—didn't you, dear?"
"Little city missionary," said Horace.
Whereupon Miss Fly modestly dropped her head on her brother's shoulder. She concluded she had done something wonderful in running after a dog.
"On the whole," continued auntie, "we've all had a very hard time. It's only three o'clock; but seems to me the day has been forty hours long. Let us rest, now, and have a quiet little evening, and go to bed early."
CHAPTER X.
FIVE MAKING A CALL.
The next morning everybody felt fresh, and ready for new adventures.
"All going but the cat," said Fly, never doubting that her own company was most desirable.
"Look up in my eyes, little Topknot with the blue bonnet on. Will you run away from brother Hollis again?"