a long stick, "I made a discovery this morning through a
letter from a friend, and I've been saving it until this moment to
spring it on the Motor Maids and company."

"About whom is this discovery?" asked Richard uneasily, raising his
eyebrows and blinking his humorous eyes.

"It's about two impostors who travel around in a little wooden house on
wheels and live like Gypsies----"

"Oh, dear," cried Maggie, "now what have you been finding out about us,
pray?"

"I know," said Richard. "You've found that we are really Gypsies and
only pretending to be amateurs."

"Nothing of the sort. I've discovered that you have been traveling under
a disguise----"

"My name is certainly 'Hook,'" put in Richard.

"And mine is Maggie," piped his sister.

"Maybe so," went on Percy. "That's not the disguise. You've been wearing
the cloak of poverty, when you are really as rich as cream, the pair of
you, with an old grandfather in England who has a title and castles and
much pleasing property; and every now and then the old grandpapa sends
for you and you have to give up Gypsying and fly."

"And _he's_ your boss who's always interfering with your vacations?"
interrupted Billie.

"And you just _pretend_ to be poor for the novelty of the experience?"
asked Nancy. "I wish I could pretend to be rich in the same way."

"But we are Gypsies at heart," put in Maggie, "and I do love to scrub
and cook. Grandpapa's is so dull."

"And where does Grandpapa think you are now? Not in a traveling van,
I'll wager," said Miss Campbell.

Maggie laughed.

"We are supposed to be visiting Aunt Lucretia. She's our American aunt,
Papa's sister, who brought us up, before Grandpapa decided to recognize
us. You see Mamma would marry Papa, who was poor then, and came from
Maine. He looked just like Richard and I don't blame her. Grandpapa lets
us come every summer to visit Aunt Lucretia now."

"And where does Aunt Lucretia think you are?"

"Why, visiting Amy Swinnerton."

Who could keep from laughing over this brother and sister who loved the
life on the road and the campfire?

"Thank fortune, I'm not in line for the title," Richard whispered to
Billie under cover of the conversation of the others, "and Grandpapa or
no Grandpapa, I shall buy that farm,--do you guess where?"

"I can't imagine," answered Billie.

"In West Haven. I've never seen it, but that is the place you like best,
isn't it?"

"I think I like the traveling van best," answe