“I wonder if he expects me to tell him?” muttered Rex. “Great Scott, it’ll be mighty queer to entertain a fellow in a house that really belongs to him!”
“And I wonder when mother and the girls are to be told,” added Roy. “Do you suppose Syd could have told mother already?”
But there was no sign that Mrs. Pell knew from her demeanor when she poured the coffee for them.
“I must go down and see Syd about it,” said Roy as they went out into the hall together. “You’ll have to go to Marley without me.”
“And I’m sure I don’t want to go,” added Rex.
Their decision carried dismay to the hearts of the girls.
“You must go, boys,” said Eva. “The Minturns have invited us to lunch, we have accepted, and it would be very impolite for you not to go now. Besides, Jess and I can’t come home after dark alone.”
“If you knew what I do you wouldn’t feel like going either,” returned Rex, not heeding the warning glance cast at him by his brother.
“What do you know, Rex?” asked Jess, looking from one twin to the other with a keen gaze. “There is something between those two,” she added, turning to her sister. “You take Roy, Eva, and I’ll take Rex, and we’ll make them up and confess.”
The method of “making” employed was to tickle the boys, who were each very susceptible to this form of torture. This was terrible. To have the thing turned into a joke when it was so fearfully serious. Roy spoke up quickly: