“It will be delightful,” said the Boston girl.
“Neale will run the car. He’ll be here about ten o’clock,” announced Agnes.
“Oh, I think Neale’s the dearest boy!” declared Nally.
“What about me?” demanded Hal brazenly.
“Oh, you don’t count. You’re one of the family!” laughed the Boston girl.
And so with merry quip and laughter the breakfast proceeded.
Luke was to be a member of the auto party that would go to the Glen, and he and Neale arrived at the Corner House together, for Luke was staying with Neale at Con Murphy’s. The two lads, with Hal, were about to go out to the garage to see that the car was in readiness when suddenly Ruth, who was looking from the window toward the street, cried:
“There they are again!”
“Who?” demanded Agnes, impressed by something in her sister’s voice.
“Those two queer men who were in our cellar! I really believe they are spying on us. They were sneaking around the side entrance. Quick! Luke—Neale—see them!”