"That's true. Maybe he did."
"That won't interfere with our plans that I can see. I have written to my uncle and expect to hear from him in a few days. I will let you know what he says as soon as I get the letter."
Then it was that Tim Roach came up, looking preternaturally knowing.
"How are you, Peg?" he said. "Are you walkin' wid your beau?"
"Go away wid you! You're always botherin'."
"You'd orter see what I did jest now," said Tim, wagging his head.
"What did you see, then?"
"I seed your Jack rigged out like a prince in new clothes and a new hat. Didn't he look fine?"
"You saw Jack dressed that way?" gasped Peggy.
"Yes, I did."