One of them, and although Ted did not remember all the names, he thought this one was Tom Strickland, turned with a smile. "This will do very well. Do you know where we can get a wet nurse?"
"A what?"
Strickland grinned, "A sort of combination cook, fire-builder, sweeper-upper, dishwasher; we'll want to spend our time hunting."
"I think I can find somebody. Is nine dollars a day all right?"
"Sure. Can you send him up tomorrow?"
"Send him tonight!" somebody yelled.
Strickland said scathingly, "I wouldn't inflict you wild hyenas on anyone tonight. I'll cook breakfast."
"Oh, my aching ptomaine!"
Ted grinned. "I'm sure I can send somebody tomorrow. Everything's O.K., eh?"
"Right as rain."