"You have thought of some plan, haven't you?"
Laurie hesitated, frowning thoughtfully. "Not much of a one," he answered. "I guess it doesn't amount to anything. Only—well, now look here, doesn't it seem that there ought to be some place somewhere in this town that would do for her? It wouldn't have to be much, would it? Maybe just a sort of shed that could be fixed up and made comfortable? Or a nice stable that has rooms above it. You know some stables have quarters for the coachman or chauffeur of gardener. Maybe—"
"Why, I think it's a perfectly stunning idea!" cried Polly. "No one thought of that!"
"But she'd have to pay rent just the same, wouldn't she?" asked Ned dubiously. "Some rent, anyhow? And she said—"
"If we explained about her," said Polly, "I'm sure no one would think of asking rent for just a stable attic—" Laurie's chuckles interrupted. Well, whatever you call it. Loft, isn't it? Anyhow, perhaps just a—a nominal rent would be all they'd ask.
"Why don't we look right now and see if we can't find something?" asked Mae excitedly.
