CHAPTER XII
THE PARSIPPANY VENDUE
It was a lovely late Fall day when Carl brought Mr. Dalken’s car around to the Fabian’s residence to drive the girls to the Parsippany sale. Jack Baxter was seated beside Carl and announced to the girls as they came out with Mrs. Fabian: “I’m invited to go with you.”
“Who asked you?” was the rejoinder from both girls.
“Carl did. He gets tired of chauffing for hours without rest. So I offered to help him out.”
Of course, Carl’s uncomfortable flush showed that Jack was joking, but he was a welcome addition to the small party, so they started off, a merry quartette.
As there had been no time to drive out, so far, to inspect the household goods for sale, it had been postponed until the day of the sale. Mrs. Fabian said that should there be nothing desirable at the old house, they could go on and have another hunt about the country.
But the sale promised to be an interesting one, for the moment the girls found out that the house they were looking for was an old Colonial two-story farm-house, with wings at each side, they felt sure of its contents being worth-while.