“It wasn’t a mix-up,” corrected Teddie.
“Then what was it?”
“It was a revelation!”
“A revelation of what?” asked Uncle Chandler as he put his teacup down.
“Of what men are!” asserted the abstracted-eyed Teddie.
“Of course,” said the old Major as he took out a chased gold case and meditatively extracted a cigarette. “So let’s have it, Teddikins, hook, line and sinker!”
But Teddie shook her head.
“I telegraphed to father,” she inappositely remarked.
“Where is Trummie this summer?” her uncle inquired.
“He’s still at the Arizona Camp Observatory,” explained Teddie.