“My goodness, I would have been scared to death if I had seen that figure run along the side of the lodge!” Pearl declared.
“Barry, I think Mrs. Morganson ought to hear that story,” Mr. Garrison remarked. “Feel like going over to her house tonight?”
“Of course, Dad, if you give me time to clean up a bit. I’m still dressed as a camper, you know.”
“That won’t bother Mrs. Morganson, but I agree that you ought at least to change your shirt. You do that as soon as you have finished, and I’ll telephone her and ask if we may come over.”
Barry nodded his agreement, and his father was soon talking to his client over the wire. In a few moments he came back, putting on his overcoat as he came.
“She says she’ll be glad to see us,” he said. “I’ll get the car out, and we’ll go over as soon as you are ready.”
Barry rose from the table. “I’ll be with you in a couple of shakes, Dad.” He raced up the front stairs and before long was running down them again, with a clean shirt and his hair neatly combed. “Did Dad come in?” he asked his mother.
“No, he’s out front, sitting in the car and waiting for you,” she said. “He had faith in you when you said you’d only be a couple of shakes. He seemed to know what a shake is.”
“Just two shakes of a lamb’s tail, Mother. Is that all the time I took?”
“Yes, if the lambs shook them pretty slowly,” Mrs. Garrison smiled.