“And don’t forget to tell Mr. Keller I am coming for my keys!” called Mr. Narr, as the Spray swung out from the dock.
“We won’t forget!” chorused Teddy and Janet.
And then, when the boat was out from shore and when Ted saw that Peter was up in the bow, handling the steering wheel, the little Curlytop boy said to his sister in a low voice:
“Do you think we’d better tell him?”
“Tell who?” Janet wanted to know.
“Tell Mr. Keller about Mr. Narr coming for his keys.”
“Course we’ll have to tell him,” insisted Janet. “Didn’t we promise we would?”
“That’s so,” admitted Teddy. “Yes, we got to tell! But what will Mr. Keller do?” he went on, still whispering. Though there seemed little need of this, for Peter was up in front while the children sat on a cushioned seat in the stern of the Spray, and the colored man did not appear to be listening.
“I don’t know what he can do,” sighed Janet. “He hasn’t got the keys to give Mr. Narr.”
“I guess Mr. Narr’ll be terrible mad,” remarked Teddy.