Ruth stood up to see over the folded-back top of the car. “What is it?” she demanded, unable to see anything.
But Agnes arrived beside Neale, and saw perfectly. “Well! I never!” she ejaculated. “Sammy Pinkney! how dared you? What are you doing here?”
For Sammy was roosting, more or less comfortably, on the back of the car, and had a bright, new russet leather suitcase tied on beside him with a bit of rope. He presented a grinning, dusty, befreckled face to Neale and the Corner House girl.
CHAPTER VIII—REFORMING A “PIRATE”
“Well! you said I could come, Aggie Kenway—so there!”
This was Sammy’s initial statement when Neale dragged him off his perch and brought him around to the side of the car where all could see him.
“Why! you awful boy! I never!” declared Agnes, shaking her head at him angrily.
“Yes, you did,” repeated Sammy.
“Don’t add to your wickedness by telling such a story, Sammy Pinkney,” admonished Ruth.
“Oh, Sammy!” gasped Tess, dolefully.