"Sort of," admitted the elder Racer lad. "Don't think we're putting you out, but we've got to tog up."
"Girls! I knew it!" cried Ward. "Come on, Jack. Let's go where we're appreciated."
"Don't think we're not glad about the news," went on Frank, "but this is something important and it won't keep."
"That's all right," spoke Jack good-naturedly. "We know how it is. Get on your pink neckties and scoot. We'll see you again."
Frank and Andy began to make a hasty change in their attire as soon as the door closed.
"I hope we're not too late," murmured Frank. "I want to get there before Old Thorny does."
"Did you get an invite?" asked Andy, struggling with a new necktie in a stiff collar. "Does she know you are coming?"
"No, but the last time I saw Gertrude she invited me to call, though she didn't set any time. It's time now, though, so it will be all right. I want to get ahead of him, and I'll tell Mrs. Morton that she needn't worry about those bonds, for dad will make them all right."
"How do you know he will?"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure. Anyhow, if he doesn't, I've got some money of my own. I didn't spend all we got from the whale."