“Some girl who’s coming here on a visit, I guess.”
“‘Pa’ went to the train to meet her, huh?”
“That’s the way I understand it.”
Poppy laughed.
“Say, Jerry, I wonder if that wasn’t ‘Pa’ in the old car.”
“He was headed this way, all right.”
“Still,” the leader turned the thought around in his mind, “it couldn’t have been him. For the man who passed us in the Galloping Snail could easily have gotten here ahead of us. Besides, he was alone.”
“Don’t forget about the goose,” I grinned.
“A goose isn’t a girl.”
“A lady goose is,” I joked, “when she’s young.”