Bobby, making a chicken yard out of wire netting, was delighted to have assistance, and they telephoned for Nan, who speedily joined them.
"Mother's gone to town to-day to see your grandfather, who owns a bank, Bobby," said Ethelwyn.
"I expect it's on account of his losing a whole lot of money," rejoined Bobby, standing on tiptoe on a box to pound in a nail.
"Where did he lose it? Were there holes in his pockets?" asked Beth, unrolling the wire at Bobby's order.
"On change," said Bobby, with his mouth full of nails.
"Our money is in your grandfather's bank, and the Home money and Grandmother Van Stark's. I hope he hasn't lost anybody's but his own," said Ethelwyn anxiously.
"You're not very polite," said Nan.
"Well I do, but if he lost only change, prob'ly it's his own, and mother's gone to give him some more."
"Pooh!" said Bobby, "it's not—"
But before he could say anything more, excited voices were heard, and four black and shining faces appeared over the top of the fence, while a guilty eye looked through a knot-hole farther down.