"Can I go with you, Dad?" demanded Charley.
"You help Peggy set the table."
"Huh! I don't care! Me an' Hoppy an' Red are goin' after bear, an' I'm goin' to use Red's gun."
"Seems to me, Charley," reproved Arnold, "that you are pretty familiar, for a boy; and especially on such short acquaintance. You might begin practicing the use of the word 'Mister.'"
"Or say 'Uncle Red' and 'Uncle Hopalong,'" suggested Margaret.
"'Red' is my name, an' I'm shore 'Red' to him," defended that person.
"Which goes for me," spoke up his companion. "I'm Hopalong, or Hoppy to anybody in this family—though 'Uncle' suits me fine."
"Then we'll have a fair exchange," retorted Margaret, smiling. "The family circle calls me 'Margaret' or 'Peggy.'"
"If you want to rile her, call her Maggie," said Charley. "She goes right on th' prod!"