To their delight, they also brought Henry Rivera, their next-door neighbor and now good friend, back with them as well. “Hey, Franny, do you need some help with that?” Henry asked as Franny wobbled by. She was dragging an oversized suitcase with one hand and holding the handles of two smaller tote bags with the other. She put the luggage down on the dock with a thump and wiped her forehead. “Thank you, Henry, that’s very nice of you,” she said. She turned a scornful look on Will. “It’s good to know that some boys know how to act like gentlemen.” Will snickered, and Henry’s ears turned scarlet. “I’m not a gentleman,” he protested. “I’m a, a . . . what’s the opposite of a gentleman?” “A scoundrel, a bounder, a cad?” suggested Poppy. “Yes, that’s what I am,” said Henry. “I’m a cad who happened to notice that Franny’s suitcases looked kind of heavy, that’s all.” “That’s what I mean,” said Franny. “You saw someone in need and you offered to help.
