“But we wouldn’t ever have had it,” put in Dot, eager to tell all she knew, “if Mrs. Eland and Miss Pepperill hadn’t given us the money ’cause we found their Uncle Lemon Aden’s money.”
“Oh, goodness!” gasped Tess. “Lem-u-el, Dot!”
But Dot ignored the correction. “It was awfully nice of them to give us the car because we found the fortune in our garret.”
“Lots you did towards finding it,” chuckled Neale O’Neil.
“I’d like to know why I didn’t help find it!” cried the smallest Corner House girl, indignantly. “I saw it first—so there! I opened the book it was hid in and I thought it was pitchers.”
“Say! that isn’t getting us anywhere,” began the boy again. “Can’t you hurry? Just think! the first ride in your car!”
“Don’t remind me,” gasped Agnes, cutting a crooked slice. “My nerves are all jumping now like—like a delightful toothache!”
“Glory! listen to her,” laughed Neale. “But say, Miss Ruthiford Ten-ways, why do you say that it is my fault that you are not all ready?”
“Because we have to put up lunch enough to satisfy your appetite,” said Ruth, running cold water on the eggs from the open faucet.
“Well! I like that!” said Neale.