“Well, I haven’t exactly,” Doris admitted. “It’s hard to believe he really is a relative of mine.”
“I suppose he’ll be at the mansion when we get back,” Kitty sighed.
“And he’ll want his answer about the loan. Oh, dear, I don’t know what to do. I think I’ll have Jake bring it to the mansion.”
“Not a bad idea,” Dave approved.
“And I’ll come along to chaperone him,” Marshmallow interposed. “He wouldn’t know what to do with so many ladies. He’ll need me to help him handle the situation masterfully.”
“Do come,” Doris urged.
“Just leave it to me,” ejaculated Marshmallow, throwing out his chest manfully, and displaying the cords of muscles in his upper arm, rolling up his sleeve playfully. “How’s that?”
“Say, Marshmallow, you’ve got a good opinion of yourself, haven’t you? Especially after eating all those sandwiches. My, but wouldn’t I hate to get into a fight with you!” and Dave jokingly jostled him as though to test his skill as a fighter.
“Lay off me, Dave! Who do you think I am, Jack Dempsey?” So saying, Marshmallow pretended to be very much frightened.
“Only a friendly fight, old boy. But anyway, girls, you see you have two champions who will stand by you to the death, to the bitter end, if need be, ‘’til death us do part.’” And with that closing bit of assurance they struck an attitude of utter devotion, entwining their arms about each other.