Roger winked at Bob, as he made this innocent suggestion.
"No!" Ignace fairly bounced from his chair.
"You say so, you ver' mean! I go by you. So is it."
"Oh, just as you please," teased Roger.
"I please!"
With the expression of a martyr on the way to execution, Ignace followed in the wake of his bunkies, as they toured the length of the room to the alcove.
Already there, and seated on either side of their illustrious cousin, the Twinkle Twins rose to do the honors.
Each one of the five Brothers experienced a thrill of excitement, as, in turn, he shook hands with the great aviator. They saw a rather tall, thin-faced man of perhaps thirty, with bright, dark eyes, and very black hair. They admired his strong chin and close-lipped, pleasant mouth. Neither could they fail to note his litheness of movement, as he rose from his chair when the Khaki Boys were introduced to him by his cousin Jack.
"Have you been long in France?" he questioned courteously, as the party took seats at the round table.