“My, they won’t be up yet,” said Billie hysterically, then chuckled at Connie’s look of dismay. “I didn’t mean quite that,” she said. “But Vi is always late.”
“Then I know we’d better go over!” said Connie, going over and giving her hat one last little pat before the mirror.
But Billie had walked over to the window, and now she called out excitedly.
“Here they come now,” she reported, adding with a chuckle: “And there’s poor Teddy in the rear carrying two suitcases and something that looks like a lunch box. Come on, let’s go down.”
And down they went, taking two steps at a time. Billie opened the door just as the two girls and Teddy came up the steps. Chet, who had run out, attracted by the noise, and was looking over Billie’s shoulder, caught sight of Teddy and the load he carried and emitted a whoop of joy.
“Hello, old moving van!” he called. “So they’ve got you doing it too, have they?”
Teddie set his load down on the steps and mopped his perspiring brow.
“Yes. And you’d better get busy yourself,” he retorted, adding as Chet seemed about to protest: “I’ve got some good news. Get your duds and I’ll tell it to you on the way to the station.”
That got Chet started in a hurry, and a few minutes later the young folks had said a loving good-bye to Mr. and Mrs. Bradley, and were off, bag and baggage, for the station.
The girls’ trunks had been sent down the day before, so that all they had to do was to check them at the station. Connie, of course, had had her trunk checked right through to the station nearest their destination.