"Well, it's their summer home, and it's really a lovely place. But its name just expresses it. I spent three months there last summer, and I had an awfully good time, but no one ever knew what was going to happen next or when it would come off. But everybody was so good-natured that they didn't mind a bit. Well, I suppose we may as well drive back home. There's no telling when these people will come. Very likely not until to-morrow." Just then a small messenger boy came up to Patty and handed her a telegram. "Just as I thought!" exclaimed Patty. "They've done some crazy thing." Opening the yellow envelope, she read: "Took wrong train. Carried through to Philadelphia. Back this evening. BOB." "Well, then, they can't get here until that nine-o'clock train comes in," said Kenneth, "so there's no use in your waiting any longer now." "No, I suppose not," said Patty; "I'm awfully disappointed. I wish they had come." An east-bound train had just come into the station, and Patty and Kenneth stood idly watching it, when suddenly Patty exclaimed: "There they are now! Did you ever know such ridiculous people?" CHAPTER XX A FAIR EXCHANGE "We didn't have to go to Philadelphia after all," explained Bob, after greetings had been exchanged. "We found we could get off at New Brunswick and come back from there." "Why didn't you find out that before telegraphing?" laughed Patty. "Never once thought of it," said Bob, "You know the Barlows are not noted for ingenuity." "Well, they're noted for better things than that," said Patty, as she affectionately squeezed Bumble's plump arm. "We wouldn't have thought of it at all," said honest Bob, "if it hadn't been for Nan. She suggested it." "Well, I was sent along with instructions to look after you two rattle-pated youngsters," said Nan, "and so I had to do something to live up to my privileges; and now, Bob, you look after the luggage, will you?" "Let me help," said Kenneth. "Where are your checks, Miss Allen?" "Here are the checks for the trunks, and there are three suit-cases; the one that hasn't any name on is mine, and you tell it by the fact that it has an extra handle on the end. I'm very proud of that handle; I had it put on by special order, and it's so convenient, and it is identification besides. I didn't want my name painted on. I think it spoils a brand-new suit-case to have letters all over it." "We'll find them all right; come on, Barlow," said Kenneth, and the two young men started off. They returned in a few moments with the three suit-cases, Bob bringing his own and his sister's, while Kenneth Harper carefully carried the immaculate leather case with the handle on the end. These were deposited in the Fairfield carriage. Patty and her guests were also tucked in, and they started for the house, while Kenneth followed on his wheel.