“Oh, we’re here,” affirmed Cora, “and we’re sorry to give you so much trouble by being late.”
“No trouble at all!” the chaperon assured them. “Come right in. Supper is all ready and——”
“Whoop!”
“Supper is my middle name!”
“Lead us to it!”
Thus in turn cried Jack, Walter and Paul.
Mrs. Floyd looked a bit startled as she stood revealed in the light of a lamp, the illumination streaming out of the door of a big bungalow.
“It’s only the boys,” explained Cora.
“Only!” accented Bess with a resigned expression.
“Jack!” chided Cora. “Why don’t you behave? Hazel, say something to your brother, you and I have more responsibility than the twins.”