“Does it ache hard?” asked Ted, sitting beside his sister and referring to her head.
“Yes, it does, Ted, but this lemonade is splendid.”
“I can make good lemonade,” Ted admitted. “And your cake is swell, only it sticks awful. I got it out with the pie server,” he told Nancy simply.
“Yes. I couldn’t get it to come off the pan at all. Well,” and Nancy moved to get up, “I suppose I won’t feel any worse down stairs. What color dress did Ruth have on?”
To the best of his limited ability Ted described the girls’ costumes and then, determined to drive away Nancy’s blues, he started in to recite in detail his great experience of that morning.
“Now Nan,” he began, “you can say all you like, but Mr. Sanders does disappear. I saw him!”
“You saw him disappear!”
“Yes, sure as shootin’. We were all running down the hill, trying to get to the station before that big shower, when I said to Tom, 'there’s Mr. Sanders, comin’ up.’ He said he saw him too, and we kept on runnin’, when I was just goin’ to shout hello, and true as I tell you, Nan, there wasn’t any Mr. Sanders anywhere in sight!”
“Ted Brandon!”
“Yep, that’s just what I’m telling you. We all saw him go, but no one saw where to.”