“I’d just like to know what right you trouble-makers had to leave us and wander around by yourselves?” demanded he, angrily.
“We didn’t wander—we rode! And what’s more you just got off the same kind of train we got on, so you went the same route!” exclaimed Dot, scornfully.
Now the train from uptown came in on its last stop at Hoboken. Off stepped Vene. She hurried over to join her friends with the exclamation:
“Oh, I saw Don on the train, but he didn’t get off at 23rd Street where I waited. Before I could call or get his attention, the cars moved on. I waited but he didn’t come back and I don’t know what to do!”
“What did you come here for?” demanded Mete, impatiently.
“I knew you would be here and could tell me what to do.”
“Yes, and most likely, by the time we all get back to 23rd Street, those other nuisances will have escaped! Then we’ll waste a whole day in hunting them up, instead of visiting Uncle Ben on time!” cried Mete, beside himself.
“No, no! I left them sitting in a row on the bench with a colored porter to guard them. I promised him some money if he would keep them right where they sat!”
“Fine! I tell you boys—Vene is a true suffrage girl! She uses her wits as well as we men do!” exclaimed Jinks, approvingly, for he was Lavinia’s chief admirer those days.
“Pooh! If she was your sister you wouldn’t think so!”