Kewpie moved his foot once or twice experimentally and obtained a gentle squishing sound. He nodded. "That's all," he said.
"But," resumed Laurie, "I guess we'll have everything ready for you by Saturday noon. I thought we might get the stove down that morning and put it up. Then, maybe, on Monday you could move in!"
"You don't think I could get settled Saturday?" pleaded Miss Comfort. "I'd so love to spend Sunday in my—my new home."
Laurie silently consulted the others and read assent. "Why, yes, ma'am, I think we could have everything all ready by, say, half-past ten or eleven."
"That would be much nicer," exclaimed Polly, "for then we could all help get the things arranged."
"Oh, thank you," cried Miss Comfort gratefully. "To-morrow I'll engage Peter Brown to move my things Saturday morning. And to think that it won't be to the poor-farm! I told Mr. Grierson yesterday about it. He's one of the overseers, you know. He seemed—almost—almost put out, and I thought for a moment he was
