"Yes, we have," cried Henrietta, "We planned to stay a week or two and sent a trunk along. We could easily pack a suit-case."
"Oh!" exclaimed Billy. "Do let's do it."
"I noticed a suit-case in your car, Batchelor," Bartlett turned to the Watermelon, genially. "I judge you are planning to take a few days' jaunt somewhere."
"I was thinking of it," acknowledged the Watermelon, with truth, lounging gracefully in the doorway.
Bartlett laughed. "We are crazy, all of us," said he and waved the suggestion aside as a whimsical fancy best forgotten.
"Oh, Daddy, please," teased Billy.
"But, Billy, child, the others don't want to do it, the general or Batchelor."
"I want to," said Henrietta, "and so does the general. Father, wouldn't you like to take a trip in the car somewhere for a week or two?"
The general's attention had wandered back to the car. He turned abstractedly. "Do what, Henrietta?"
"Take a trip in the car for a week or two."