“Who is the gentleman?”
“Mr. Spring-keeper is his name.”
“You can’t get home somehow tonight?”
“No’m! Lil is mighty tired and will have to rest up some. We’ll be home tomorrow. You mustn’t worry about the girls—they’re all right and the gentleman is bully. We’ll tell you all about it when we see you. Say, Miss Helen, the lunch was out of sight.”
“You bet it was when once Skeeter got his hooks into it,” muttered Frank. “The supper will be, too, in no time.”
“Well, good-bye, Skeeter! We are still trusting you and Frank to take care of our girls and bring them back safely. I knew all the time you were doing your best, although I was uneasy about all of you. I was afraid you had shot each other or snakes had bitten you or something.”
“Not on your life! We shot some squirrels and got you some fox grapes, though. Good-bye! Good-bye!”
“I tell you, Miss Helen is a peach,” he added to Frank, after he hung up the receiver. “She is still trusting us.”