"
"Just wait a minute, I have an idea," said Carl, putting his hands in
his pockets and assuming an air of deep meditation.
"It is ever so much better than Mrs. West's!" he exclaimed presently.
"I am glad the old lady is going. I shall not tell you what it is till
I investigate, but I am sure it will do."
He was so interested in his scheme, whatever it might be, that he
would not wait a moment, but rushed away as soon as the door was
opened.
"Ridiculous boy! What can he be thinking of?" Dora said to herself as
she went upstairs, her curiosity much stronger than her faith.
"Aunt Zelie, can't you come with me over to the bakery?" asked Carl,
bursting in upon her five minutes later.
"If it is a matter of life and death I presume I can," she replied.
"What is going on there?"
"Nothing; I'll tell you about it, only do get your things, or it will
be dark."
As she put on her hat and coat he told her about Dora's trouble, which
she could appreciate far better than he.
"She said she knew they could not find a house that would do," he went
on, "and that reminded me that there is a 'For Rent' sign in the
windows over the bakery. You know if they lived there Mrs. Smith would
be good to them, and perhaps they could get their meals from her.
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