"It may. Have you met many people who reside in those somewhat removed spots?"
"Not many," said King, "and that's a fact. Well, are they a lady and gentleman?"
"They are."
"Oh, I know!" cried Marjorie. "It's Kitty and Uncle Steve! He said they'd come down here some time while we're here! Am I right, Father?"
"Not quite, Mopsy. You see, I said they are grown-ups."
"Both of them?"
"Both of them."
"Well, I don't care much who they are, then," declared King. "I don't see anything in it for us, Mops."
"No, but we ought to guess them if they're spending the summer here and we've met them. Of course, it couldn't be Kitty! She isn't spending the summer here. Is it the Coreys or Craigs, Father?"
"No, neither of those names fit our expected guests."