“I sure have,” chuckled Burd, unabashed. “And wait till you see the lady!”
Darry raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Aunt Emma, Burd?” he asked.
Burd nodded and started for the steps.
“Promised to meet her at the train in the old bus,” he said. “And if anything should make me late I should never hear the end of it. Coming, Darry?”
The latter laughingly shook his head.
“Go ahead, old lad,” he said. “I am not looking for punishment just yet.”
“Why, don’t you like Miss Alling?” asked Jessie, surprised.
“I do. She is the salt of the earth,” replied Darry, emphatically, adding with a rueful smile: “The only trouble is, she doesn’t like me. Has a fixed opinion that I am a bad influence for Burd, or something of the sort.”
“Well, aren’t you?” asked his sister, maliciously, adding quickly, as Burd seemed about to depart: “Oh, let me go along, Burd, I feel a severe attack of curiosity coming on. I must meet Aunt Emma.”