Aunt Min came out on the porch and interrupted the eulogy on the charms of Kentucky by telling them that dinner was ready. But anyone seeing the great platter of fried chicken on the table before Aunt Min would have said that the eulogy might well have been continued in the spacious old dining room.
CHAPTER II
SERGEANT MURPHY ASSISTS
“Jack! have you your banjo? And Ellen, have you the box of candy Daddy gave us?” Jane called over her shoulder to the two who were sitting in the tonneau as they were driving over to the station to catch the train that was to take them to New York.
“You better keep your eyes on the road if you are to keep us in the road,” gently reproved Mr. Pellew from his seat beside his daughter.
“We’ve got everything we ought to have, but what have you remembered? Nothing for a change?” teased Jack, for Jane was an almost proverbial forgetter.
“Anything important that you have forgotten I can parcel post to you after I come back from New York,” said Aunt Min, who was to go along to chaperon them at the hotel in New York. The girls had some shopping to do and were going up a few days prior to their final departure to accomplish it.
“Aunt Min, you are a perfect peach, and I am so glad you finally joined the Camp Fire Girls.” Ellen reached over and patted affectionately the hand of the woman once disliked by the entire band of Jane’s friends and now the pet of all of them.