“Don’t you think the afternoon would be better?” Hope said excitedly.
“Oh, I just long to be kidnapped,” said poor old Mrs. Alison.
“Don’t you care,” Pee-wee said consolingly. “And we’ll hike to the farm,” Hope said, “and then Mr. Goodale can come afterward and get mother and our trunk. Will that be all right? Oh, please say it will.”
“I don’t think we have any other kidnappings on hand for to-morrow,” said Ray. “Do you think it would be all right, Fuller? It means having a destination.”
“That’s the trouble,” said Fuller.
“You’re crazy!” Pee-wee shouted. “Because anyway, Hope is my pal and I liked her a lot before I ever knew you, and I say let’s kidnap her to-morrow. Don’t you know that treasure hunting and kidnapping go together?”
“Oh absolutely,” said Fuller.
“Let’s settle it by saying eenie, meenie, minee, mo,” said Ray.
“Don’t you mind them, they’re crazy,” Pee-wee said to Hope.
“Oh, are you?” Hope asked.