"Yes, I noticed that you were wrapped up in it. Had you a pleasant ride?"
"Oh, lovely. But I am not used to driving, and I got so tired. I don't believe I can ever get the thing home."
"Maybe your sister can—"
"Oh, Treasure will not drive. She is afraid of motors."
"Maybe I can take you home."
"Oh, we want to walk. We are so stiff from riding. But won't you please take the car in—we feel like walking ourselves—it will do us good."
He looked at them keenly. "Do you want some chocolate?"
The girls accepted it gratefully.
"Suppose we go on to the Haunted House, and let the old grouch give us some tea? I feel rather weak. Don't you?" he suggested finally.