"And, by the way," Bunny is sayin' as I come back, "you might chuck in a business suit and a few white flannels into a grip, Bob. You wouldn't want me to arrive in South America dressed like this, would you?"
"Very well," says Mr. Robert. "But what I'm most concerned about is that you do arrive there."
"But how do you know, Mr. Robert," says I next mornin', "that he will?"
"Because I locked him in his stateroom myself," says he, "and bribed a steward not to let him out until he could see Barnegat light over the stern."
"Gee!" says I. "That's one way of losin' a better days' proposition. And in case any others like him turns up, Mr. Robert, have you got any more old dress suits?"
"If I have," says he, "I shall burn them."
CHAPTER XII
THE GLAD HAIL FOR TORCHY
I'll say this for Aunty: She's doin' her best. About all she's omitted is lockin' Vee in a safety deposit vault and forgettin' the combination.