on 'em; sort of lattice-effect, you know. And then I was thinking this morning that it wouldn't be hard to make a little flower-bed on each side of the bridge there later. I could plant morning-glories or something so's they'd climb along on the hand-rail. And some bright things, too, like geraniums or zinnias."
"Brose," exclaimed Laurie, "you're a wonder!" He held aloft a paper cup filled with hot chocolate. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr. Brose Wilkins, without whose assistance—no, directorship this undertaking would have been a—but a partial success. To his untiring zeal and—er—"
"There they come!" cried Kewpie excitedly.
And there they did come, Miss Comfort in her best black dress—and probably her only black dress—and Mrs. Deane, Miss Comfort at least a yard in advance, Mrs. Deane trying hard to recover the distance. Polly jumped to the rail and "yoo-hooed" and waved. Miss Comfort heard and, it seemed, saw the Pequot Queen for the first time. She stopped short and stared from a half-block away. Mrs. Deane regained her lost ground and stared, too. For a long moment the
