"I'll take you," Father Blossom promised.
"There's a man walking," Dot announced suddenly.
Before any one could stop him, Twaddles had mounted his seat, his precious cage under his arm.
"Where?" he demanded.
Then he lost his balance and the cage shot over the side of the car.
"Oh, dear," sighed Twaddles. "I didn't mean to drop it, Daddy.
Honestly, it slipped."
Father Blossom looked rather grim, for his patience with the useless cage was sorely tried.
"I'll get it," shouted the solitary walker, who had turned on hearing the car and now ran back toward the Blossoms.
He was a pleasant-faced man, rather shabbily dressed, with a soft felt hat pulled well down over honest gray eyes. He handed the cage up to Twaddles smiling and revealing a set of square, even white teeth. Father Blossom started as the light fell clearly across the man's face.
"Dick Harley!" he ejaculated. "Where did you drop from?"