“I didn’t see any ’personator,” answered the little boy.  “He was General Washington, I tell you, only he wasn’t dressed up.”

“I must go and see,” declared Mrs. Brown.

As she went down the hall she met the brother and sister coming back.  They seemed much excited.

“It’s our friend, Mr. Treadwell,” explained Mart.  “He heard we had started for this town, and he followed us.  He heard about my climbing the tree after the monkey, and some one told him my sister and I had come to your house, Mrs. Brown.  May I ask him in?  It’s Mr. Samuel Treadwell, and he’s a good friend of ours.”

“Certainly, ask him in,” said Mrs. Brown, with a smile.  “Perhaps he is hungry, too,” she said to her friend Mrs. Newton, Mart having gone back to the front door.  “I’ve heard that actors are often hungry.”

“But he’s General Washington, too, isn’t he?” demanded Bunny, following Mart.

“Yes, he pretends to be all sorts of famous people—­on the stage,” kindly explained Mart to Bunny.  “You’ll like him, he can do lots of tricks.”

“Can he jiggle—­I mean juggle?”

“Yes, but not as good as the other man in the play.”

By this time Mrs. Brown had reached the door.  On the steps stood an elderly man, with a pleasant smile on his face.  Mrs. Brown recognized him at once as the impersonator, though of course he had on no wig or costume now.  He looked just like an ordinary man, except that his face was rather more wrinkled.

“I’m sorry to trouble you, madam,” said the man, “but I have been looking for my little friends, the ‘Happy Day Twins,’ as they are billed.  Their real names are—­well, I suppose they have told you,” and he smiled at Lucile and Mart, who were standing in the hall.

“Yes, we have been learning something about them, but we would be glad to know more, so we could help them,” said Mrs. Brown.  “Won’t you come in?  We have just been giving the children a little lunch, and perhaps, if you have not eaten lately, you will be glad to do so now.”

“More glad than you can guess, madam,” said the man with a bow.  “I am, indeed, hungry.  We have had bad luck, as perhaps Lucile and Mart have told you.”

“Yes, they spoke of it,” said Bunny’s mother.  “And now please come in, and while you are eating we can talk.”

“Say, we could have a regular show here now!” whispered Bunny Brown to his sister Sue.  “We have three actors now, and you and I would make two more.”

“Oh, I don’t want to be in a show now,” said Sue.  “I want to hear what they’re going to tell mother.”

Bunny did also, and when Mr. Treadwell had seated himself at the table the children listened to what followed.

“When you rang I was just telling Mart that perhaps my husband could give him some work, so enough money could be earned for the trip to New York,” said Mrs. Brown.  “Is it true that no one knows where these children’s uncle and aunt can be found?”