“Do you know that I’m thinking seriously of adopting you?”
“What?” cried the girl.
“Adopting you. I’m short on sisters, and you could help to fill the supply.”
“Oh, thank you; you think I’ll do, do you?”
“You’ll do first rate,” answered Clarence tranquilly and failing to detect the mischief in Dora’s glance. “First chance we get to see a lawyer, we’ll have it fixed up. Say, is there no way for us to escape?”
“I’m afraid not; you’ll see for yourself as we go on.”
At this point of the conversation, Pete came running towards them, and catching Dora’s eye, held up his hand.
“What does he want?” Clarence inquired.
“That’s his sign to tell us to get in the wagon.”
“What for?”