"Mother, Mother! Help! Help!" cried Roger, holding his hands to his distracted brow. "Are these young women mad or do my ears deceive me? Do I 'lamp' Niagara Falls? Or does my part of the trip stop at Mayville?"
"If I get your meaning through your somewhat obscure language," replied Mrs. Morton who liked to take an occasional shot at Roger's slang, "you'll not see Niagara Falls, but you will escort your sister and cousin to the train at Mayville."
"But you don't mean to tell me that those babes, those infants in arms are going the rest of the way by themselves? They'll be lost in the vastnesses of Buffalo! They'll shoot the chutes or fall the Falls or—"
"When your breath gives out we'll tell you what has happened," remarked Ethel Brown loftily.
"We've had an invitation—that is, Ethel Blue has—"
"I judged as much," commented Roger faintly.
"—from Mrs. Jackson at Fort Edward."
"Ah! A great light begins to break upon me!"
"She asked Ethel Blue to go to Buffalo for the week-end and to bring me—"