“Where’s Miles?” asked Roy, as he brought a fresh pail of water and set it down beside his brother.
“He was coming out but his father called him into his room.”
“We’ll miss them when they go, won’t we, Reggie? It has been jolly good fun to have Miles with us all summer. You ought to feel quite proud to think you are a strong enough magnet to keep him here.”
“I can’t understand it at all, why they should have stayed,” returned Rex.
He did not speak very cheerfully. The Darleys were to leave the very next week. It was impossible but that Rex should realize vividly to what they were returning. He did not tell Roy so, but he wished they had not come.
There was only one wheel of the omnibus to finish when Miles came hurrying toward them. There was an expression on his face which neither of the twins could comprehend. It was a blending of fear, joy and stupefaction.
“Here, let me help,” he said, as he came up. “I want you fellows to hurry and get through. I’ve something to tell you.”
But they had so nearly finished that there was nothing left for him to undertake.
“What have you got to tell us?” asked Rex, throwing his sponge back into the bucket.
“I wish I knew how you fellows would take it,” returned Miles, a flush creeping over his face.