“Wal, now, young uns, I railly thought you were off for all day. What’s drove you home at this time o’ the mornin’? Gin out arly, seems to me.”
“Why, no,” answered Cricket, surprised. “It’s the time we meant to come. Did papa send you for us?”
“Wal, no, not ’xactly. What should yer pa send for you now, fur? He kinder thought you wuz a-goin’ to stay all day.”
“I should think we had stayed all day,” said Harry. “Seems a week since this morning.”
“Wal, I rather ’low it’s mornin’ yet,” returned Thomas, equally surprised.
“Morning now?” came a chorus of voices. “Why, we’ve had our dinner, and we would have had our supper, only we lost it.”
Thomas went off in a loud guffaw.
“Ef you blessed young uns hain’t ben and come home at ten o’clock in the mornin’!”
“Ten!” faltered a voice or two. The rest were speechless.
“To be sure. Thar comes Mr. Archie now. He’s ben a drivin’ the doctor over to the nine-thirty train.”