"Here you are," and Bob sprang into the Shooting Star and tossed out three suit cases and a lot of odds and ends of luggage. "But we fellows can carry them up."
"No, sir, no, sir; Hickox'll look after things. It'll be all right."
Jack laughed at the familiar phrases, and Bob Irwin looked on with amusement while Mr. Hickox stowed the things in his queer-looking cart.
"And this is for you and your sisters, Miss Dorothy," said Bob, as he emerged with a final parcel.
There was no mistaking the contents of the neatly tied up box of candy; but it was of such a size that it nearly took the girls' breath away.
"Oh, thank you," cried Dorothy, dimpling with smiles. "I haven't had a speck of New York candy since I've been here. And the Woodville gum-drops are so highly colored and so stiff inside, that they're not a bit of fun."
"They were made summer before last, too," said Leicester; "they ought to be sold as antiques."
"A whole big box of candy for our very own!" cried Fairy; "oh, that's better than the promoter-boat, or whatever you call it. And part of the candy is my very own, isn't it, Mr. Bob?"
"Yes, indeed; to do whatever you like with."
"Then I shall give half of my share to Mrs. Hickox. She'll be so surprised. I don't believe she ever saw any real choklits or butter-cuppers."