"He is too," echoed his father, laughing. "He'd make his fortune in a circus. Bobby, man, do you see we're nearly home?"
"'M," nodded Bobby. "Where's the twinses?"
"Oh, we'll get the twinses soon—Grannie has them."
"And when do we go to own-truly home?"
"In a few days. Will you be glad, old son?"
"Wather!" said Bobby. "Micky's there!"
"And when he gets on Micky's back nothing else in the world matters," said his mother, with a half sigh. "I sometimes wonder if either of the twinses will be domesticated—there's no sign of my two eldest being anything but stock riders!"
The crowd on the ship had almost cleared away, swallowed up by motors and cabs, and the business of unloading cargo was beginning, with its rattle of cranes and winches.
"Well there'll soon be too much noise here to be pleasant," said Mr. Warner. "Are you ready, Mrs. Lester? Shall I go after cars?"
"Quite ready—my luggage is all on deck," she told him.