“And I had the greatest hunt before I found my box of powder!” said Jack in a high falsetto.
Just then Mrs. King came in from the kitchen, where she had been supervising the preparations for dinner.
“Come right along now and take your places at the table,” she beamed.
“Table is my middle name!” exclaimed Jack, as he led the way, followed by the others.
It was a sumptuous meal that Aunt Betty had prepared, and with their appetites sharpened by their long ride, the travelers did it full justice. And the warmth and good cheer of the cozy dining room were emphasized by contrast with the rain that beat upon the windows.
“A regular flood,” commented Jack.
“Noah would have felt at home in that,” said Bess.
“That reminds me,” interposed Paul. “Noah was supposed to take two specimens of every kind of animal when he went into the Ark. But there was one species he overlooked.”
“What was that?” asked Cora.
“Rats,” replied Paul.