CHAPTER XVIII
GREAT EXCITEMENT
Mr. Richard Gordon was, as Betty and Bob often declared, the very best uncle that ever lived! One good thing about him they thought was that he never "fussed."
"He isn't always wondering what you are going to do next and telling you not to," explained Bob to Ida Bellethorne as the party started out from Mountain Camp. "Not like a woman, oh, no!"
"Hush, bad boy!" cried Bobby. "What do you mean, throwing slurs at women?"
"You know even if Mrs. Canary had seen us start off she would have given us a dozen orders before we got out of earshot. And she's a mighty nice woman, too. Almost as nice as your mother, Bobby," finished Bob.
"Bob doesn't like chaperons," giggled Betty.
"Nor me," said Tommy Tucker, sticking close to Bobby Littell as he always did when Roberta would let him. "Uncle Dick suits me as a chaperon every time."
Uncle Dick had let the party troop away on their snowshoes without advising them when to
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