"No, you may take it. I'll just tear out this page with the theatrical notice of myself."
He handed the remainder of the paper to his daughter, who, with the help of her sister, wrapped up the muddy shoes.
Then the girls proceeded with the putting in of other articles and garments that would be needed during their stay at Oak Farm.
"I wonder——" began Alice, when there came a knock on their door, and a voice demanded:
"I say, girls!—are you there?"
"Yes, Russ. Come on in!" answered Alice.
"Oh, and with the room looking the way it is!" remonstrated Ruth.
"Can't be helped. Russ knows what packing is," Alice declared, as a tall, good-looking young man entered.
"Come on!" he cried. "No time to lose."
"What's the matter? Is the place on fire?" asked Ruth.