"Well, as I was going to say, we must have a Little Red Chimney. The
house will be broad and low," she extended her arms, "and with wings;
I love wings. One of them shall have a Little Red Chimney all its own.
It shall stand for our ideals. If we should be tempted to a sort of life
that separates us from our fellows, it will remind us, you, that you
once sat in a Candy Wagon, me, that I fell in love with a Candy Man. And
I'll tell you what, speaking of the Miser. Don't you remember? It was he
you meant that day when we were talking about the Fairy Godmother
Society, and----"

Of course the Candy Man remembered.

"Then, let's organise and make him chief agent while we are gone. I know
of a number of things to be done."

"So do I," said the Candy Man. "There is my fellow lodger, the one I
told you about, a teacher in the High School. He needs a real change
this summer, he and his wife."

"Oh, I am sure we can work it out," cried Margaret Elizabeth.

"I am sure we can," he assented.

"You see it will begin where organised charity leaves off, of necessity.
Also where that can't possibly penetrate, and it will be singularly
free, because secret."

"Again you sound like the minutes of the first meeting," said the Candy
Man.