It was a merry supper, and the two elder boys added much to the fun by tormenting the rest with dark hints of some interesting event which was about to occur.* Something uncommonly fine, they declared it was, but enveloped in the deepest mystery for the present.
“Did I ever see it?” asked Jamie.
“Not to remember it; but Mac and Steve have, and liked it immensely,” answered Archie, thereby causing the two mentioned to neglect Debby’s delectable fritters for several minutes, while they cudgelled their brains.
“Who will have it first?” asked Will, with his mouth full of marmalade.
“Aunt Plenty, I guess.”
“When will she have it?” demanded Geordie, bouncing in his seat with impatience.
“Sometime on Monday.”
“Heart alive! what is the boy talking about?” cried the old lady from behind the tall urn, which left little to be seen but the topmost bow of her cap.
“Doesn’t auntie know?” asked a chorus of voices.
“No; and that’s the best of the joke, for she is desperately fond of it.”
“What colour is it?” asked Rose, joining in the fun.
“Blue and brown.”
“Is it good to eat?” asked Jamie.
“Some people think so, but I shouldn’t like to try it,” answered Charlie, laughing so he split his tea.
“Who does it belong to?” put in Steve.
Archie and the Prince stared at one another rather blankly for a minute, then Archie answered with a twinkle of the eye that made Charlie explode again,
“To Grandfather Campbell.”
*It’s the arrival of Uncle Alec, “a brown, breezy man, in a blue jacket”.