“Mr. Kenfield has suddenly been called to Europe,” the girl said. “He has to go aboard the steamer to-night, and he must pack up at once. He has gone down town on a matter of business but he’ll soon be back. Your aunt is expecting you. She’s upstairs. I’ll show you.”
The girl led Ned to Mrs. Kenfield’s room.
“Oh, Ned, I had forgotten all about you!” his aunt exclaimed. “I’m so glad to see you, but I’m sorry we’re so upset. However, it will be over in a few hours, and when your uncle is off on the steamer you and I can sit down and talk. I want you to tell me all about Darewell and how your father is. I haven’t seen him in so long! My! but you’re the perfect image of him. How are you?”
“Very well, aunt,” Ned replied. “Can I do anything to help you?”
“No, we are almost packed, or, rather your uncle is. He has to take quite a lot of things, as he doesn’t know how long he may have to stay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see about another trunk.”
Mr. Kenfield returned to the house in about an hour and warmly welcomed his nephew. He expressed regret at the necessity which so unexpectedly called him abroad, and said his trip could not be postponed.
“But you will have a good time with your aunt,” he added with a smile. “She knows as much about New York as I do, and will have more opportunities to take you around.”
“Perhaps I had better telegraph the other boys not to come,” suggested Ned. “It may inconvenience you.”
“No, no; let them come and welcome!” exclaimed Mrs. Kenfield. “I love boys. We’ll have a fine time. I have lots of room, and I want you and your chums to enjoy this visit to New York.”
That night Mr. Kenfield, bidding his wife and nephew good-bye, went aboard the vessel which was to sail early in the morning to take advantage of the tide.