The Carter Girls' Mysterious Neighbors

living and for it to be

luxuriously under the bedclothes. "I used to think Saturday was a pr

n the days of the Saxon King Edgar 958 A. D.?" asked Luc

Nan Carter in the year of grace 1916. I intend to d

ecause if we go it means Billy goes along, and if he goes

ad obligingly stayed good, and although our Carters had been at V

d doors, panes of glass must be puttied in. Suspicious stains on walls and ceilings warned him of leaks, but he had to wait fo

d remarked to his wife at about the same time Nan and Lucy

ted, if he promised not to go f

nd write some letters; and read the Saturday Evening Post," said Douglas as she and H

m! Why should she distrust a man because of the way his moustache grew? Of course he was teasing her, and who could help teasing a silly goose of a girl who sat on the roadside and bawled until her nose was disgracefully red, and then insisted it was all be

im for my discourtesy by being very polite

day," said Helen, almost as though she had bee

ice for Father to have s

to try and have a scrumptious luncheon, but I tell y

e is improv

to do what I want her to and I am trying so hard

nk you have the hardest job of all and I t

se. "I'd rather do general housework for six dollars a month t

re doing general housew

oe, too, is learning to spell. My method is somewhat that of Dotheboys' Hall-you remember: 'W-i-n-d-o-w, window-Go wash them.' I make

lever! You must let me h

your letters; and casting up the household

tters and Pos

own rooms, so shortly after breakfast there was a general scramble in process. Helen turned

d with pine boards. Walls and ceiling were both painted a very soft, pleasing grey-green. On the high mantel was an old-fashioned wooden clock with painted door, and this was flanked on bot

the mayonnaise; and Lucy had found a great basket of mushrooms and peeled them for Helen to cream. Truly they were to

otor drew the a

ly not callers at this hour, just when

so much sto' by is been a-crowing halleluja all mornin'. I been a-tr

t but eight dining-room

ried Bobby, tearing excitedly by the dining-room in

, first peeping into the oven, not trust

but Douglas, with flushed cheek

t soldier? Could it be L

eeth very white. He clambered out over the great basket of fruit Dr. Wright was bringing to Mrs. Carter, dropped the boxes and parcels piled in around him and hugged and

s Douglas?" he wh

ound at the back of the house-in the base

quick time he streaked around the house, and finding the basem

ugl

Lew

d and that he was not close enough kin to warrant indiscriminate hugging. Certainly she was no younger than she had been

yesterday that she had sat on the roadside and wept. He was her same Lewis, too. She fel

ipes on your sleeve, too

n't you get

or weeks a

am not crazy about th

tell me wha

removed. "I'm not crazy about having anyone but you read that letter, though, not only because of my telling you this," and he took another for luck, "but," as

e sec

the state of affairs down there on the border. I may be wrong about things, but a soldier has no right to bla

F. D. has to come over you would not wonder that some of our letters jolt

e shack this is! Wright was afraid we would not get here in time for luncheon, and he and I w