“Well, we’ll just have to shift for ourselves, that’s all,” said Frank, with assumed cheerfulness. “It might be worse! We’ll make out somehow, eh, Ned?”
“Oh, I guess. But say, this is sudden, all right!”
“Sudden isn’t any name for it,” commented Frank. “I wonder what we had really better do? I’ll have a talk with the lawyer.”
“Do you imagine we can stay here to-night?” asked Ned.
“I don’t see why not,” his brother answered. “At least I don’t see any one around to put us out.”
“It won’t be as sudden as that,” Mrs. Brun informed them. “Your uncle said it would be a week before you would have to leave here, and perhaps not then, if he could get matters straightened out.”
“Well, then let’s have supper,” proposed Ned. “The secret service men didn’t take away all the victuals, did they?”
“Oh, no; there’s plenty to eat,” the housekeeper said. “That is, if any one has the heart to eat.”
“Well, I feel bad enough about uncle’s trouble, as far as that goes,” observed Frank, “but there’s no use in starving. Besides, we must keep up our strength. There’ll be plenty to do from now on.”
“I’m with you!” agreed his brother. “I don’t know just what we can do, but we’ll do our best, anyhow.”