“It suah am!” chuckled Uncle Rufus. “An’ if I was as spry as dey are I suah would hab tuck after dem cellar men dat day dey wuz heah makin’ believe mend a pipe.”
“Ye hae na seen them ag’in, hae ye?” asked the housekeeper, quickly, with a startled look down the hall.
“No’m, Miss Mac, I hasn’t,” replied Uncle Rufus. “But if I does——” And he shook his black fist suggestively as he shuffled off to his own quarters.
Hal and Nalbro smiled at each other across the breakfast table the next morning, and Ruth and Agnes, if they felt any little jealousy against their pretty girl guest, did not show it.
“Did you rest well, Nally?” inquired Ruth.
“Wonderfully!”
“Like a top!” was Hal’s description. “And what wild round of gayeties do we indulge in to-day?” he asked, with a grin.
“Nothing very strenuous, I hope,” said Miss Hastings, with rather a drawl that she was “affecting,” Agnes declared, since her lisp had gone. “But of course I’m ready for anything,” she added quickly, lest it be thought she intended to cast a wet blanket on the festivities.
“We planned an auto ride to the Glen,” said Ruth. “It’s a beautiful place, and we can eat lunch there.”
“Sounds good to me,” declared Hal. “Especially that lunch part. I’m with you.”