enveloped
Nan. But
the plan
did not
succeed,
for Rob
had heard
the
bustle,
decided to
go, and
prepared
himself,
without a
thought of
disappointment.
The troop
was just
getting
under way
when the
little man
came
marching
downstairs
with his
best hat
on, a
bright tin
pail in
his hand,
and a face
beaming
with
satisfaction.
"Oh, dear!
now we
shall have
a scene,"
sighed
Mrs.
Bhaer, who
found her
eldest son
very hard
to manage
at times.
"I'm all
ready,"
said Rob,
