“Why, I understand perfectly!” he said. “But can’t you come up to the house instead, and I guess my wife can give you some supper?”
“Thanks,” said Miss Phillips; “we shall be glad to accept your invitation. But so long as the girls have started supper, we may as well eat it.”
“Then save up for dessert! I saw my wife making a cake this morning.”
“Hooray!” exclaimed Alice. “We haven’t had any home-made cake for an age!”
“And I’ll see that the fire is entirely put out,” concluded Miss Phillips, as the man turned to go.
“Doris, you certainly got around him nicely,” remarked Ruth as they took their plates of beans into the barn to eat.
“Oh, country people are always nice,” said Doris; “if you only understand them right.”
“Do you think this is a big farm, Miss Phillips?” questioned Marjorie.
“I don’t think it’s a farm at all,” replied the captain. “I think these old people live here by themselves, and probably raise a little garden for their own use. But if it were really a farm, this barn wouldn’t be empty like this.”
“That’s true,” agreed the girl.