“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said Mr. Sanders sorrowfully. “He has gotten so husky this summer I’d hate to tackle him now.”
“We didn’t know you were coming up here,” said Fred, addressing his father and Mr. Sanders.
“And we didn’t want you to know it either,” laughed Mr. Button. “We planned a surprise for you.”
“You gave it to us all right,” said John grimly. “We were sure you were two thugs of some kind who had come up here to rob us.”
“How do you like our costumes?” demanded Mr. Sanders jovially. “Do we really look like a couple of desperate characters?”
“You certainly do, Dad,” said George. “I never saw worse.”
“How did you dare to throw those big heavy pillows at me then?”
“I recognized you right away, even from the back. You need a pretty good disguise to fool your son you know.”
“So it seems,” admitted Mr. Sanders and he rubbed the back of his neck ruefully.
“Didn’t you see us coming?” asked John.