“My, but it is——”
“Sweet and low!” Jack interrupted Bess. “I like that tune for a bungalow!”
They were following Jack, who had the big, old-fashioned key, for the lock had been constructed to add to the novelty of the hut.
It took some time to open the low door, but it did finally yield to the pressure of the three strong young men.
“Enter!” called Jack, bowing low to the girls, “Pray enter, pretty maidens. Are there any more at home like you?”
“There are a few, and pretty, too,” responded Cora, taking up the strain of the familiar song.
Then such antics! And such discoveries! What is more resourceful than a strange house filled with strange things, strange corners and strange—spider webs!
“Don’t open the trunk!” shrieked Belle. “There may be a——”
“Note in it!” finished Walter. “Now, nixy on notes. I want the goods or nothing, in our house.”
Boxes were being pulled from their salty corners, hammocks were dragged out, lanterns were being “swung,” and altogether it seemed merely a question of who could upset the place most thoroughly.