“Take possession.”
“When?”
“To-night. Will you come?”
“Will I come?” said Uncle Bob with a half laugh. “You might as well ask Jack.”
“It may mean trouble to-morrow.”
“There’s nothing done without trouble,” said Uncle Bob coolly. “I like ease better, but I’ll take my share.”
I was wildly excited, and began thinking that we should all be armed with swords and guns, so that I was terribly disappointed when that evening I found Uncle Dick enter the room with a brown-paper parcel in his hand that looked like a book, and followed by Uncle Jack looking as peaceable as could be.
“Where’s Uncle Bob?” I said.
“Waiting for us outside.”
“Why doesn’t he come in?”