"I'd like to be a big lumberman," observed Bertie.
"My papa is one," came from Gertrude. "He makes wood for houses, an' railroad trains, an' everyfing!"
"Good for him!" laughed Dale. "Well, maybe your brother will be a lumberman when he grows up."
"I'm 'most growed up now," came from the brother. "Aunt Fanny says when I'm all growed up I'm going to be a six-footer."
"What's a six-footer?" queried the sister. "Has it got six feet?"
"No, a six-footer is a giant," answered Bertie. "I'm going to be one."
"I don't like giants," answered Gertrude, and then turned her attention again to driving.
It was not long before they came in sight of the lodge, and here Owen wanted to drop the little passengers. But they begged to be taken "just one step further, just one little tiny step," and so to please them they went on to the end of the grounds.
They were just halting again when a burly man came rushing from the lodge. He was an Englishman, with a beefy face and a manner that showed he was exceedingly over-bearing.
"Hi! hi! stop!" he roared. "Put those children down! What do you mean by carrying them along on such a dirty wagon as that?"