“Sammy’s hame. Hech! Hech! An’ I’m not so sure but what they’ll be up to mischief foreby.”
“Oh, well, if they’re with Sammy they’re all right,” said Agnes.
“You never can tell,” remarked Ruth.
But when she had taken a look, and made sure that the three youngsters were on Sammy’s porch, she worried no longer, but devoted herself to the business on hand. However, if she could have heard the plotting and planning, Ruth might have not been so easy in her mind.
Neale stopped the Kenway car on the drive and leaped out, carrying several packages.
“There, I think I have everything,” he announced. “Except perhaps rings for the lady-fingers.”
“Did you order the ice cream?” asked Ruth.
“It’ll be here on the dot!” answered Neale. “And I doubt not a portion of it will be inside our Dot,” he added, with a laugh.
“A wretched pun,” scoffed Agnes. “If that’s a sample of what you are going to work off on us this evening——”
“Oh, I’ve some a lot better than that!” boasted Neale. “Has Luke been over?” he inquired.