Mr. Fenderson, uttering the above complaint, stood on his porch in the light from his open door and struck hands with two men there; after which he slapped them violently on the back.
“Come in!” cried Lyn from the doorway. Her eyes were shining. She dropped a curtsy. “‘Come in, come in—ye shall fare most kind!’”
“Don’t you believe Uncle Dan,” said Edith. “We tried every way to make Tommy stay over—didn’t we, Lyn?”
The story is not able to give an exact record of the next minutes. Of the five young people—for Mr. Hobby Lull was there, as prophesied—of the five young people, five were talking at once; and Uncle Dan, above them all, boomed directions to Danjunior as to the horses of his visitors.
“Daniel! Stop that noise!” said Aunt Peg severely. “You boys come on in the house. Mr. Charlie, I’m glad to see you.”
“Now, here!” protested Forbes. “Isn’t anybody going to be glad to see me?”
“But, Adam, we can see you any time,” explained Edith. “While Mr. See—”
“Her eyes went twinkle, twinkle, but her nose went ‘Sniff! Sniff!’” said Adam dolefully. “Excuse me if I seem to interrupt.”
“But Mr. See—”
“Charlie,” said See.