"You may stop again
before you get back to Bayport. Rogers is in no hurry for 'em, he
said so. You take 'em along and fetch 'em in next time you're
over. I want you to call again anyhow and these cranks 'll make a
good excuse for doin' it," he added.
"Oh, I see. Yes, so they will. With that understanding I'll take
them along. Thanks again and good afternoon."
He hastened across the street. The two in the shop watched from
the window until the car started and moved out of sight. The group
by the telegraph office seemed excited about something; they
laughed no longer and there was considerable noisy argument.
Jed's lip twitched. "'The best laid plans of mice--and skunks,'"
he quoted, solemnly. "Hm! . . . That Major Grover seems like a
good sort of chap."
"I think he's awful nice," declared Babbie.
Ruth said nothing.
CHAPTER XIII
October passed and November came. The very last of the summer
cottages were closed. Orham settled down for its regular winter
hibernation. This year it was a bit less of a nap than usual
because of the activity at the aviation camp at East Harniss. The
swarm of carpenters, plumbers and mechanics was larger than ever
there now and the buildings were hastening toward completion, for
the first allotment of aviators, soldiers and recruits was due to
arrive in March.
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