“This seems to be a ‘Blair-conducted’ excursion,” smiled Phil, as the luggage was set down and Mrs. Porter and the girls took seats. “Is he going to drive you in his car ahead of our train all the way to Chelan County?”
“I wish that he were,” returned his mother, earnestly.
“Well, I’m mighty glad he brought you this far,” asserted the boy, emphatically.
“You must have broken some speed limits, though, to get here ahead of us,” opined Ted.
“We didn’t,” declared Margie. “We were on our way long before the train left Weston.”
“Then his bringing you in was all planned out?”
“Of course, silly,” exclaimed Sallie. “You don’t suppose Momsy would have been content to keep away from the station unless she knew she would see you again, do you?”
“Well, you needn’t act so superior,” retorted the boy. “If you had the safety of seven hundred dollars and all the responsibility of selecting a suitable homestead on your mind, you might not think of everything.”
“Poor little mind! Come over to the soda fountain and I’ll buy an egg-chocolate to brace it up.”
“You’re on! Come along, Momsy, Marg, Phil. Sallie’s going to spend sixty cents of her own money,” grinned Ted.