“Yes, I’d love to, if you care to bother with me,” answered Kendall. “But I would like to know about that horsomobile.”
“I’ve told you everything,” answered Ned with dignity. “If you doubt my story, why, here’s the quarter.”
“What were you doing at Lloyd?” asked Harold. “That’s ten or twelve miles, isn’t it?”
“It’s quite a jaunt. I was looking for mushrooms,” answered Ned calmly.
“Mushrooms? What for?”
“Oh, I collect them. Haven’t you ever seen my fungi? You must come over some time and let me show them to you.”
“Honest, Tooker? I’d like to see them. Did you find any to-day? Any—er—interesting ones?”
“Um—a few. I got a good specimen of the canardius antarcticus; and a few of the Washingtonii and Danvintonii. It’s getting late for them, though. What I was especially anxious to find was the pufum mobilis, or rolling mushroom. You’ve seen that, I suppose.” Harold looked doubtful and murmured that he didn’t think he ever had. “Really? I thought most everyone knew the rolling mushroom. It’s called that because it rolls along the ground.”