Arden was on the verge of disclosing something when that knock sounded. So excited were the girls over what had happened and what Harry Pangborn had told them that, for a moment, they were startled.
Then Sim, the first, seemingly, to return to the very practical present, called:
“Come in!”
Moselle entered.
“’Scuse me,” she said, “but the horse-boy is downstairs.”
“The horse-boy?” repeated Sim.
“Do you mean somebody with a cold?” asked Arden mischievously glancing at Harry.
“No’m, Miss Arden. I means that boy you-all go riding with on horses.”
“Oh, Dick Howe!” said Terry.
“Whom I have yet to have the pleasure of meeting,” murmured Dot.