“I’m afraid I am,” laughed the other boy. “But if this little affair would only turn out half as well as the other one did—about Mrs. Nocker and her boy, I mean, it’d be just bunkum.”
“No danger of that happening, believe me.”
“Did I hear you say the books ordered by your Uncle Henry had come, Leslie?”
“Why, yes, we got notice this evening that there was a big box for us down at the railroad freight house, and it must be the books, Dick.”
“Our library will look pretty fine once they’re in place,” remarked Dick; “and the more I get to thinking about Peg’s scheme the better I like it. Let me tell you the boys of Cliffwood will owe a lot to that uncle of yours, Leslie.”
“He’s the right kind of an uncle to have,” boasted the other, boy-like.
Just then Leslie turned around, and was immediately heard to give a low exclamation that caught the attention of his chum.
“What is it?” demanded Dick, himself turning to look.
The room was beginning to fill up with all manner of people, and many the boys knew, young and old, were moving about.
“Why, would you believe it!” snapped Leslie, “the miserable old humbug was sitting right behind us all the while?”