"By this time to-morrow," promised Saunders, "all Pittsburg will know that a Pittsburg boy name Laddie, wrecked on Lake Superior, is alive and well in—or near—Lakeville."
"Lost:" murmured Laddie, "a brindle pup; answers to the name of Billy. Well, I'm awfully obliged, Mr. Saunders; and my folks—I wonder if my folks want to find me? Do you s'pose they do?"
"I'm sure of it," declared Mrs. Crane. "But if they don't, I'll keep you."
"Nobody'd ever think," sniffed Mabel, overcome with emotion, "that I'd found that boy—everybody adopting him all the time."
"You found Rosa Marie, too, didn't you?" teased Billy. "Well, I refuse to be a twin sister to Rosa Marie."
"Who," asked Saunders, "is Rosa Marie?"
"She's a relative," remarked Mr. Black, dryly, "that Dave imported for the express purpose of eating our berries. Dave, it seems, not only lives here himself but entertains his relatives at our expense."
"And Peter encourages Dave in all his iniquity," added Mrs. Crane.
"And," laughed Bettie, "Mrs. Crane cooks for Dave and all his visitors."
"Well," admitted Mrs. Crane, "they'd either starve or steal if I didn't."