Chapter 9

"Just a cold," whispered Lucille as they tiptoed out. "And you made me come home for it! Oh, Davy! Now we know he's all right, let's dash off and meet the rest. I know where they were going. It isn't half a mile from here. They _do_ have such gorgeous music there. Please! The best of the fun comes now. And there'll be scrambled eggs, later." "That settles it." David laid his hand on the door of the small room where he was to sleep on the couch. "Scrambled eggs disagree with me--violently. Good-night, Lu. Sorry, but…