Bunny, Sue, Mart, and Lucile hurried into the kitchen after Miss Winkler. They saw her quickly take a broom from a corner.
And then, as the sailor's sister ran around in front of the chair, on which the old man tramp seemed to be standing, she gave a scream.
"Wango! You good-for-nothing monkey you!" cried Miss Winkler. "The idea of pretending you were a tramp! I've a good notion to take this broom to you, anyhow!"
There was a chatter from the chair and the gray head dropped down out of sight.
"Oh, was it Wango?" cried Bunny Brown.
"Indeed it was!" said Miss Winkler. "The idea of his fooling us all like that!"
"But he looked just like an old man with gray hair," said Sue.
"Indeed he did," chimed in Mart and Lucile Clayton.
Just then Mr. Treadwell came through the hall into the kitchen.
"It's no use, Miss Winkler," he said. "I can't find my big wig anywhere. If I use one like if in the play I'll have to send to New York for another. My wig is lost."