“Well, you caught me at last, didn’t you?” he asked. “But I don’t see why Harry left off that lovely disguise of hers.”
“If you hadn’t seen my hair—” began Harry vehemently.
“Be careful what you say,” interrupted Chub, sliding down from the top of the mow, “for it will be used against you.”
The others followed and Roy playfully dug Dick in the ribs.
“Old Smarty was caught at last, wasn’t he?” he cried.
“Took you long enough, though,” said Dick. “And gave you some good exercise, too, eh?”
“We don’t deny, my boy, that you fooled us very nicely several times,” answered Chub, “but the expression on your handsome countenance a moment ago made up for everything.”
“I dare say,” laughed Dick. “I was scared stiff. How did you find out about this drawing-room of mine?”
“That was Harry,” said Roy. “She came in here this morning before school and let ’Thuselah out of his cage and he climbed up here and wouldn’t come down. And as she had to hurry to school she came up and got him and saw the things here. Then she told us about it and after school we hurried over here and hid in the hay.”
“Well,” said Dick regretfully, “I wish I’d stuck to my first plan and gone to the Cove instead of coming up here. Then you’d all have had a nice quiet afternoon in the hay.”