Her real one is Lucile."
"That's a nice name," said Sue. "I like it better'n mine. Your sister
sings, doesn't she?"
"Yes," answered the boy. "There she is, now!" he added, pointing to a
bench in a little park that was not far from Mr. Brown's boat and fish
dock.
"The poor, cold little singer!" murmured Mrs. Brown. "I must take care
of them both!"
When they approached the bench the girl, who was about a year younger
than her brother, looked up in surprise.
"Did you find any work?" she asked Mart eagerly.
"Well, no, not exactly," he answered.
The girl seemed much disappointed.
"But we're going to eat!" he added. "This lady has invited us to her
house. After that I'll have a chance to look around and get a job to
earn money to pay her and take us back to New York."
"Oh, you are the guests of Bunny and Sue for the meal. Guests don't
pay," Mrs. Brown said, smiling at the strangers.
"Oh!" exclaimed Lucile. "That is--it's very kind of you," she said.
"You poor thing! You're cold!" exclaimed Bunny's mother. "No wonder,
sitting here without a jacket! Where's your cloak?"
"I--I guess it's with our other baggage," was the girl's answer. "The
boarding house kept it because we couldn't pay the bill when the show
failed!" and tears came into her eyes.
"Never mind! We'll look after you," said motherly Mrs.
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