Baggert graciously, for she prided
herself on her housekeeping arrangements, and she used to say that
unexpected company never "flustrated" her. Soon the little party was
seated around the table, where the talk went from grave to gay, the
subject of the giants being uppermost.
Mr. Preston told many funny stories of his circus days, and some of
them had the spice of danger in them, for he had been all over the
world, either as a performer or as the owner of amusement
enterprises.
"Now, the next question to be settled," said the old circus man,
when they were once more gathered in the library, "is how many are
going?"
"I am, for one!" exclaimed Ned quickly. "I'm sure my folks will let
me. Especially as we aren't going to use an airship, but will travel
just as ordinary folks do."
"Except in case of emergency," explained Tom. "We'll have the Lark
to use if we need her."
"Oh, of course," agreed Ned. "How about you, Mr. Damon? Will you
go?"
The odd man looked around the room before replying, as though he
feared someone might be listening on the sly.
"Go on, Andy Foger isn't here," invited Tom with a laugh.
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