“Still,” suggested Mrs. Parker, “there’s the big sleigh.”
“There is.”
“And the boys wouldn’t mind a little crowding.”
“Not they! Warren may have prejudices.”
“You can share the front seat with him. And I believe the roads are well broken.”
“Only so far as the first camp.”
“But that’ll do for us,” cried Sam. “You can leave us there, and go on with Mr. Warren, and pick us up when you come back. You won’t be more than a couple of days away from us, and we’ll keep out of mischief.”
“Why not put Lon in charge of the boys?” added Mrs. Parker.
Her husband laughed outright. “It’s no use—I’m outvoted two to one! But that is a happy thought about Lon. And jammed as we’ll be, an extra passenger will make little difference. Only understand, son!” He turned to Sam. “You’ve promised good behavior. Don’t forget that.”
Sam was grave enough. “I won’t forget that I’m on probation, sir. But—but then it’s settled?”