"Sioux City, Iowa?" exclaimed Ned. "What for? Why not send it to New York? It wouldn't cost nearly so much."
"Because, you blithering idiot," responded Laurie, "this Goop fellow doesn't live in New York. He lives in Sioux City."
"Mean you're going to telegraph to him?" asked Bob excitedly. "What are you going to say?"
"Count me out," said Ned. "This isn't our affair at all, and you'll get yourself in trouble if you butt in on it."
Laurie viewed his brother disappointedly and sighed. Now he would have to start all over again! "Gee," he said sadly, "I thought you had a heart, Ned."
"I have," answered Ned. "And I've got some common sense, too."
"Sure, but now listen, will you? I talked it all over with Mrs. Deane and Polly, and they agreed that—well, Mrs. Deane did, anyhow—that if Miss Comfort wouldn't write to her brother-in-law some one ought to do it for her. And—"
"Glad Polly had some sense, if you hadn't," said Ned.
