"Tell Uncle Jeff that to-morrow. Maybe it will help him to find the thing."
"All right, I will. But of course, Mr. Fenn will look everywhere possible. I don't believe anybody'll ever find it."
"Then Uncle will be cast down and upset all the rest of the time we're here."
"Well, I can't help that. What do you suppose, Bernice, he asked us here for, anyway?"
"You ask me that a hundred dozen times a day, 'Licia! I tell you I don't know, but I think it was only a whim. You know how queer he is. He forgets we're in this house from one evening to the next. If to-day hadn't been Sunday, we wouldn't have seen him this afternoon. I wish we were going to stay another week."
"So do I. But I don't like to ask him outright, and he hasn't said anything about it lately. The others couldn't stay, anyway."
"Oh, I don't know. I think if they were invited their mothers would let them. And anyway, I'd rather stay without them, than to go home."
"Yes, I would, too. Dot likes it better than Dolly."
"Yes, Dolly's homesick. Anybody can see that. But they like it when we go to places, and see sights."
"Who wouldn't? We're really having fairy-tale times, you know."