Bob had a sister who was about the twins' age, and Nesta's only friend.
"It looks just like Bob's driving," said Eustace.
Then they waited with eager faces, too excited to speak, till suddenly they all cried at once,—
"It is Bob—it is—it is—it is!"
Mr. and Mrs. Orban came out on to the veranda, Becky toddling behind.
"There is no doubt about it," said Mr. Orban as he watched the jolting, bumping carriage toiling up the terribly steep hill that was almost too much for the horses, fine beasts though they were.
"How strange of him to come in the buggy instead of riding, as he is alone," said Mrs. Orban.
"Yes," chimed in Nesta, "that was just what I was thinking. Bob always—always rides, excepting—"
She paused to think whether she had ever seen Bob driving before, and Eustace finished her sentence for her.
"Excepting when he doesn't," he said.