“Eight-thirty,” was the reply.
“It will be on that. I’ll run over in Mr. Collinger’s car and get it.”
“And Philly says he’ll come up here some time to-morrow, too,” announced Mrs. Heard. “We sha’n’t have to live in a barn but one night more.”
“Oh, say!” drawled the country lad. “Old man Higgins says you kin stay here as long as ye want to, if ye don’t burn up the rest o’ the buildings.”
CHAPTER XXIV—SOMETHING REALLY EXCITING
A very red-faced sun awoke the touring party the next morning, his first rays shooting directly into the broad doorway of the barn—an intruder that Tom Jonah, faithful watchman as he was, could not keep out. The sunshine shone directly into the eyes of the Corner House girls and their friends.
All were quickly astir. They expected to be on their way again before night; and although roughing it had been fun, there were some drawbacks to it.
“We’ll sleep in regular beds again to-night,” Agnes said, with some satisfaction.
“But I don’t believe it will be half so nice,” Tess observed. “This hay is so sweet and smelly.”
“Now, Sammy Pinkney!” cried Dot, suddenly spying that youngster in mischief, “don’t pull that nice pussy’s tail. It hurts her.”