house. A loud whistling came from that direction., and the sound of water.
"He's washing the car," said Larry, in a low voice. "Come on. We'll pretend we want to see someone who doesn't live here, and then ask if he'd like us to help him."
The boys went down the drive together. They soon came in sight of the garage, and Larry went up to the young man who was hosing the car.
"Morning," he said. "Does Mrs. Thompson live here?"
"No," said the young man. "This is Mr. Hick's house."
"Oh," said Larry, in a vexed tone. Then he stared at the car.
"That's a fine car, isn't it?" he said.
"Yes, it's a Rolls Royce," said the chauffeur. "Fine to drive. She's very dirty today, though. I've got all my work cut out to get her clean before the master wants her this morning!"
"We'll help you," said Larry eagerly. "I'll hose her for you. I often do it for my father."
In less than a minute the two boys were at work helping the young chauffeur, and the talk turned on to the fire.