Trouble up in her arms and kissed him.

"Now come right in. Hop Sing has supper ready for you."

"Hop Sing!" laughed Mother Martin. "That sounds like a new record on
the phonograph."

"It's the name of our Chinese cook," explained Aunt Millie, "and a
very good one he is, too!"

"Are the cowboys coming in to eat with us?" asked Teddy, as they all
went into the house, where the baggage had been carried by Uncle
Frank and Daddy Martin.

"Oh, no. They eat by themselves in their own building. Not that we
wouldn't have them, for they're nice boys, all of them, but they'd
rather be by themselves."

"Do any Indians come in?" asked Janet, looking toward the door.

"Bless your heart, no!" exclaimed Aunt Millie. "We wouldn't want
them, for they're dirty and not at all nice, though some of them do
look like pictures when they wrap themselves around in a red blanket
and stick feathers in their hair. We don't want any Indians. Now tell
me about your trip."

"We were in a collision!" cried Janet.

"In the middle of the night," added Teddy.