“Well, whatever you call it, then. Minerva, you bring it to us there.”
Minerva broke out into childlike laughter.
“All right, sir, I will.”
Then she looked at her mistress and said, “Kin I do it, ma’am.”
Ethel shook her head at Tom and said,
“You’re a bad boy. All this is subversive of discipline.” But she told Minerva to do as Mr. Warden wished, and, Tom leading the way, we all went out of the house feeling that we were on the verge of a surprise.
Out the front door and north of the house we went and then around to the lesser orchard at the back of it and there, between two apple trees, stood a “summer house,” over the dilapidated door of which was a sign reading “Tramp’s Rest.”
We who had bathed that morning recognized in it the bath house in which we had dressed.
“How did you get that here?” said several of us at once.
“If you don’t mind having it on your land,” said Hepburn, “I’d like to make you a present of it. I took a fancy to it this morning and this afternoon Tom and I drove over there on our way from town and brought it back.”