“To show them,” indicating Beth and Rob, “how to get here and to look after Di so you and mudder could enjoy your vacation,” he replied glibly.
Beth laughed mirthfully.
“Check! Lucien.”
“Didn’t Huldah warn you,” I asked her, “that our whereabouts were to remain unknown?”
“Ptolemy,” she replied, “is evidently a mind reader, for he told me where you were before I saw Huldah.”
“Why, Ptolemy, how did you know where we were?” asked Silvia.
“I was on top of the porch when you told stepdaddy about coming. I didn’t tell the others. I won’t bother you any. And I know how to look after Di. You won’t send me back, mudder,” he pleaded, looking wistfully at the foam-crested water of the little lake.
I wondered mutely if Silvia could resist the appeal in the eyes of the neglected boy when he turned his imploring gaze to hers, and the delight depicted in Diogenes’ eyes at “Tolly’s” arrival. She could not.
“You may stay as long as we do,” she said slowly, “if you are a good boy and will not play too rough with Diogenes.”