“I’m the only one that hasn’t done anything so far,” said Arden. “Now it’s my turn. You can go with me if you want to. I’m going to Shady Vale _at once_ and arrange to have Auntie Sally taken to Bridgeboro—she’s going to have the big room with the bay window. How can you look me in the face, Tom Slade, and tell me they’re talking of getting her into a Home? It’s outrageous! That shows what _brutes_ men are! I’m going to row across—now, this instant—and hike over the mountain to Shady Vale and arrange to have her brought to Bridgeboro. We’ve already found a home for her, thank you. The large alcove room, mother; it will be just——” “I understand you were going to have a radio in that room,” said Tom. “There isn’t any radio,” snapped Arden, “and I hate them anyway. I thank you very much—now I have a chance to do something.” “You’ll have to push through an awful jungle up there,” said Tom. “If you really want to go we could drive around the long way in the flivver.” “I prefer the jungle, thank you. You needn’t go if you don’t want to.” “You’ll get your dress all torn.” “My brother got his arm all torn.” “Seems to run in the family,” said Tom. “You can go if you care to,” she said, “only you’re not going to have anything to do with the arrangements. Mother’s got Rosleigh, you’ve got Wilfred—you said so. And Auntie Sally belongs to me and you’ll be kind enough not to—findings is keepings, that’s what you said yourself.” “Don’t you let him fool you, Arden,” said Wilfred. “All the time he was kind of fixing it so you’d say we’d have Aunt Sally to live with us.” “Do you believe that?” Tom demanded. “I’d believe anything of you,” said Arden. “I know one thing and that is that _I’m_ going to manage about Auntie Sally—I think that name is just adorable! And I’m going to hike over the mountain—_now_—to Shady Vale. Oh, I think it’s just like a movie play, isn’t it, mother? If you want to accompany me, Tom, you’re welcome. But you needn’t go—if you’re _afraid_.” He wasn’t exactly afraid; he was a great hero, Tom was.