Leonard, Mary Finley, 1862- / 2008-07-22 00:00:00
Uncle
William, who was there at the time, said that probably the man was too
stupid to enjoy his fortune after he made it, and he pretended to be
willing to go over and inquire at the door, if Louise would go with
him.
"At least we know there can't be any children," said Bess, "for they
couldn't stay in the house all the time."
"Please tell us the story about the man, Father," asked little Helen,
and couldn't understand why they all laughed.
CHAPTER III.
THE LADY OF THE BROWN HOUSE.
Bang! went the door, and away they rushed, like a small tornado,
across the porch, down the walk and over the street.
They seemed to be running away from Helen, for a second after they had
vanished behind Mrs. Ford's oleanders she came around the house.
Indignant tears were in her eyes; it was hard not to be wanted, to be
thought too little to play with. Bess and Louise had such good times
with the boys and she had nothing in the world to do this afternoon.
To be sure they had been very gracious all morning, and had even
allowed her to listen to a thrilling chapter in the history of the
Carletons, but this was too good to last.
At lunch certain signs passed back and forth across the table arousing
her curiosity, and afterwards when she found them laughing on the
stairs and begged to know what they were going to do, Carl had replied
provokingly, "What do you suppose?" and now they had run away with
Ikey somewhere.
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