Part 2 (1/2)

”But you are so slow,” said Peggy. ”I can do it a lot faster. However, it is your turn,” she said, handing the mop to Alice with a little sigh.

It was toward the end of the afternoon and they were beginning to get tired of reading when the door bell rang.

”It is our first caller; go to the door, Peggy,” said Mrs. Owen.

Alice followed Peggy as she ran to the door. As Peggy opened it, a sweep of wind and a swirl of rain came in. The wind was so strong it almost blew the door to. A freckled-faced boy with a pleasant smile and honest blue eyes was standing on the doorstep. Oh, joy! He had a basket in his hand.

”It's some rain,” said the boy.

”Oh, have you got our cat in that basket?” Peggy asked.

”Now, what do you know about that!” said the boy. ”Why should I know anything about your cat? Maybe I have cabbages in this basket.”

”Cabbages wouldn't mew,” said Peggy, as the occupant of the basket gave a long wail.

”It's our cat, I know her voice!” cried Alice in delight.

”Won't you come in and see mother?” Peggy asked, as the boy stepped inside the small entry and put his basket down.

”Can't stop.” He had pulled his cap off politely when he came into the house, and Peggy saw that his hair was as yellow as her own. She wished hers might have been cropped as short.

”Oh, dear! what fun boys had! They could go out on the rainiest days.”

The boy touched his cap and went quickly down the walk. Peggy's glance followed him regretfully. He was a big boy; he must be two years older than she was, just a nice size to play with.

”And we never asked him his name or if he had brothers and sisters,”

Alice said.

It was a lost opportunity and the children both regretted it, but they had been too much taken up with the return of Lady Jane to think of anything else at the moment. They had opened the basket and Lady Jane was purring about the place.

”You darling!” Alice cried as she stroked her gray striped coat. ”You do like us best, don't you, after all?”

There was an odd expression in Lady Jane's green eyes. If she could have spoken, she would have said, ”I like old friends, but I do like old places better still.” And the very next morning she disappeared again.

CHAPTER III

WHY PEGGY WORE BLUE FROCKS

Early in April there came a very hot day, and this reminded Mrs. Owen that she must be looking over the children's summer dresses to see what new ones they would need, for it would take some time to make them, with all the other work she had to do. She went up into the large store-closet, which was all they had in the way of an attic, and she unpacked the trunk that held the dresses. There were only four of Peggy's, for she was very hard on her clothes, and she had stained or torn several of them. There were six of Alice's in excellent condition.

They were a little short for her, but there were tucks that could be let down. Peggy had two white dresses, a pink one, and a plaid dress. She tried on one of the white dresses first and pranced about the room with it. Her legs looked longer than ever, for the skirt was several inches above her knees.

”You look just like a mushroom, Peggy,” said Alice.

”Oh, dear! I didn't know I'd grown such a lot,” said Peggy ruefully, ”but you can let down the tucks, mother,” she added hopefully.

”But there aren't any tucks. I let those down last summer.”

”I guess I'll have to have that dress,” said Alice joyously.