“But these aren’t stucco,” said Peter, smiling in spite of himself at Milly’s unreasonable crossness.
“No, they’re stuck on,” said Floyd Austin, and Peter added, “Yes, sort of appliqué work.”
“What are they?” asked Patty, her interest aroused by the smile in Peter’s eyes.
“Wait till you get there, and you’ll see.”
“If we ever do get there, alive,” said Lank, as the stage rumbled over a bit of bad road and swayed sideways.
“Is there danger?” cried Milly, in dismay.
“There’s always danger in Rome,” returned Peter.
“I say,” broke in Floyd, “do you remember, any of you, Rollo’s very excellent rule about dangers?”
“No,” said Patty. “What was it?”