"Why!" said Bettie, suddenly brightening. "We're going to have a visitor, I do believe."
"Hi there!" said Mr. Black, turning in at the gate. "I smell soap. Housecleaning all done?"
"All," said Bettie, wearily, "except the kitchen floor, and oh! we're so tired. I'm afraid we'll have to leave it until Monday, but we just hate to."
"Too tired to eat peanuts?" asked Mr. Black, handing Bettie a huge paper bag. "Stay right here on the doorstep, all of you, and eat every one of these nuts. I'll look around and see what you've been doing—I'm sure there can't be much dirt left inside when there's so much on your faces."
It seemed a pity that Mr. Black, who liked little girls so well, should have no children of his own. A great many years before Bettie's people had moved to Lakeville, he had had one sister; and at another almost equally remote period he had possessed one little
