“How about firing the big guns?” asked Ned.
“Yes, I’d want that, too! Oh, say, but what’s the use of talking about it?”
“None, I guess.”
But had Frank and Ned only known it, they were nearer to their hearts’ desire than ever before.
“Oh, how wet you are!” exclaimed Mrs. Brun, the housekeeper, as the two brothers entered the house. “Why, you’re soaked!”
“Yes, we are a bit damp,” admitted Frank. He was putting it mildly, for the water was dripping from him and his brother in streams as they stood in the middle of the kitchen, having entered through the rear door with due consideration for the front hall rugs.
“Get your wet things off at once,” said Mrs. Brun, “and I’ll make you some hot tea.”
“Oh, we’re not cold,” Ned answered. He and Frank took off their coats and shoes, and the housekeeper took charge of their garments while they hurried to their room to change to dry things.
“Your uncle has been asking for you,” Mrs. Brun called to them as they went upstairs.
“We’ll see him in a few minutes,” Frank called back.