"You see, she always agrees with
everything Auntie says, and very few can do that. Well, here comes
Professor Leonidas Barr, too. You might know Auntie would want him
along."
"What's he luggin' his hat in for?" says I. "Don't he trust Helma?"
"It's because he's afraid he'll walk out without it," says Vee. "But
he'll do that, anyway. And he leaves it in the weirdest places--under
the piano, in a vase, or back of the fire screen. We always have a
grand hunt for the Professor's hat when he starts to go. But it's no
wonder he forgets such trifles, when he knows so much about fishes. He
writes books about 'em."
"He looks it," says I. "And, last but not least, we have arriving
Captain Rupert Killam, who started all this trouble. My, but he takes
life serious, don't he?"
From where we sat in the library window alcove, we could get a fair
view of the bunch up front, and I must say that the last thing in the
world you'd ever expect this collection to do would be to go cruisin'
off after pirate gold. Here they were, though, gathered in Auntie's
drawin'-room, and if the idea of the meetin' wasn't to hear details
about the trip, what was it?
I was expectin' Auntie to have the foldin' doors shut and an executive
session called; but she either forgot we was there, or else she was too
excited to notice it, for the next thing we knew she was callin' on Mr.
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