"Oh, not for hours," said Suzanna. "You see, now he eats crackers and bread and butter and an egg sometimes, and we gave him some before we started." She returned relentlessly to the question again, appealing to the man. "Are you related to Miss Massey?" "No," the stranger said after a time, "we're just friends." Miss Massey put in hastily: "Shall we go into the house, children, and I'll show you some interesting things?" The man rose quickly, the baby still in his arms. In this manner they all entered the big house and went into the beautiful room that Suzanna remembered so well. "Do you live here?" asked Suzanna of the man. He shook his head. "You mean in this little town?" he asked. "I once did years ago, but I moved away to the city. I'm paying a short visit to my sister now." "Oh," said Suzanna. "My father has a sister called Aunt Martha. She comes sometimes when we have a new baby." "Why," said Maizie suddenly, as they were all seated, the baby contentedly sitting on the man's knee, her voice shrill with new discovery. "He _is_ related to Miss Massey; he looks at her that way." The man, after a long pause in which he gathered understanding, answered very solemnly. "Well," he said, "if loving a person makes you a relative, then I am very closely related to Miss Massey. But if lack of money keeps one from being related, then I'm only a stranger to her." Neither Suzanna nor Maizie could understand that statement. But Miss Massey blushed till her face was like a lovely flower. Yet when Suzanna appeared to be about to take up a new line of questioning, Miss Massey spoke quickly: "I think you'd like some lemonade, wouldn't you, Suzanna, you and your sister? I'll go and order some for you." She went out of the room. The man waited for a moment, then handing the baby to Suzanna, followed Miss Massey. "Would you like to live here, Suzanna?" asked Maizie. "No, I don't like people around with brass buttons on their coats," said Suzanna. "And then there'd be so much cleaning we'd never get through." At the moment came an unmistakable sound. "The Eagle Man!" cried Suzanna with absolute conviction. "I thought he was sick." And indeed it was just exactly the Eagle Man. Straight he came to the library. He paused in the doorway at sight of the children. All the high color had faded from his face; he looked alarmingly ill. "Oh," cried Suzanna, immediately upon sight of him. "We came to see you and to bring you these daisies." He accepted them with a little grimace. "Thank you, little girl," he said. "Put that heavy baby down. He can crawl around." Suzanna carefully lowered the baby to the floor. He sat with blinking eyes, so many treasures for his small hands lay within touch. The Eagle Man spoke. "Who have you been talking with?" he asked as he looked about suspiciously. "Oh," cried Suzanna, "there's nobody hidden away. Miss Massey and her relation went out to see about some lemonade." "Her relation!" stormed the Eagle Man.