“Papa,” Billie called from her place near the campfire, “you mustn’t forget to send pounds and pounds of really good coffee to old Granny, the herb gatherer, enough to last her all winter.”
“I’ll make a note of it, daughter. Are there any other old parties you wish to pension off with coffee or tea this winter?”
“No, papa. But I’d like to keep old Granny in coffee for the rest of her life because she loves it so.”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” called Percy, rising and flourishing an apple on the end of a long stick, “I made a discovery this morning through a letter from a friend, and I’ve been saving it until this moment to spring it on the Motor Maids and company.”
“About whom is this discovery?” asked Richard uneasily, raising his eyebrows and blinking his humorous eyes.
“It’s about two impostors who travel around in a little wooden house on wheels and live like Gypsies——”
“Oh, dear,” cried Maggie, “now what have you been finding out about us, pray?”
“I know,” said Richard. “You’ve found that we are really Gypsies and only pretending to be amateurs.”
“Nothing of the sort. I’ve discovered that you have been traveling under a disguise——”
“My name is certainly ‘Hook,’” put in Richard.