“A man put it there,” Bert answered.
“Oh, I don’t believe you!” exclaimed Nan.
“A horse couldn’t get in our garage!” added Freddie.
“Why not?” Bert wanted to know. “It’s big enough—our garage is. And, anyhow, it used to be a stable with horses in it before daddy made it over for automobiles. Of course a horse could be in our garage.”
“Well, maybe it could,” admitted Nan. “But what’s the horse doing there?”
“Just standing still.”
“Is he eating?” Flossie wanted to know.
Bert thought this over for a moment before he answered:
“No, the horse isn’t eating.”
There was something in her brother’s voice that made Nan look at him sharply. Then she cried: