“How'll you find him, then?”
“Why, he'll have one on; that's enough,” settled William.
“Hm-m; maybe. Then he'll have Spunk, too,” murmured Bertram, mischievously.
“Spunk!” cried Kate.
“Yes. He wrote that he hoped we wouldn't mind his bringing Spunk with him.”
“Who's Spunk?
“We don't know.” Bertram's lips twitched.
“You don't know! What do you mean?”
“Well, Will thinks it's a dog, and I believe Cyril is anticipating a monkey. I myself am backing it for a parrot.”
“Boys, what have you done!” groaned Kate, falling back in her chair. “What have you done!”