"
"Well, he's found out, certainly," observed Cyril, with grim
satisfaction.
"Oh, no; it hasn't happened yet," corrected Bertram, cheerfully. "It's
just going to happen. William's got to put on the pink first, you know.
That's the talisman."
William reddened.
"Bertram, don't be foolish. I sha'n't wear any pink. You must know
that."
"How'll you find him, then?"
"Why, he'll have one on; that's enough," settled William.
"Hm-m; maybe. Then he'll have Spunk, too," murmured Bertram,
mischievously.
"Spunk!" cried Kate.
"Yes. He wrote that he hoped we wouldn't mind his bringing Spunk with
him."
"Who's Spunk?
"We don't know." Bertram's lips twitched.
"You don't know! What do you mean?"
"Well, Will thinks it's a dog, and I believe Cyril is anticipating a
monkey. I myself am backing it for a parrot."
"Boys, what have you done!" groaned Kate, falling back in her chair.
"What have you done!"
To William her words were like an electric shock stirring him to instant
action. He sprang abruptly to his feet.
"Well, whatever we've done, we've done it," he declared sternly;
"and now we must do the rest--and do it well, too. He's the son of my
boyhood's dearest friend, and he shall be made welcome. Now to business!
Bertram, you said you'd take him in. Did you mean it?"
Bertram sobered instantly, and came erect in his chair.
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