“He looks like a good safe horse, Ben,” said Elsa’s uncle, gravely and politely.
Ben climbed back into the sleigh and began turning Jerry. “Good-bye! Perhaps you’ll come to the Club sometimes, as long as you are Elsa’s uncle,” he called out in friendly fashion; “it meets Friday afternoons. Good-bye, Black Lace Lady! Good-bye, Elsa!”
“Thank you,” the tall uncle called out, for Jerry, headed toward home, started off in a hurry; “I am afraid I shall not be here until another meeting.”
The boy and the angular horse vanished amid the thick-falling snow.
“How long are you going to stay, Uncle Ned?” asked Elsa, in a most anxious voice.
“Only over night, Sweetheart,” he answered quickly, “but we mustn’t let that spoil our visit. What is the name of this wonderful Club?”
“Didn’t you hear me say it?” Elsa asked.
But Uncle Ned had forgotten.
“It’s a secret,” said Elsa; “you can’t know it unless you belong.”
“It is a very exclusive Club, you see, Mr. Danforth,” said Miss Ruth, turning toward the walk which led from the pavement to her home.