The car had barely stopped when the children scrambled out. All at once they noticed a tall, black-haired man with a mustache. With his hands on his hips and his booted feet far apart, he turned to Violet and Jessie. “May I carry your suitcases?” he asked. “Oh, no,” Henry said, stepping forward. “We’ll carry them down the hill to the motel.” The man smiled. “I’ll be glad to help.” “Thanks,” Benny said, lifting a heavy suitcase and dropping it to the ground. His round face was red. “We can do it,” he said, panting. “This is Rolf Jensen,” Kay said. “He’s my right hand, always willing to help me.” She then introduced him to Aunt Jane and the four Aldens. “Hi, everyone,” Rolf said. “I’m glad you could come to Florida.” He glanced at Kay. “I think Kay could use a little company.” Kay hastily interrupted, as if to dismiss her troubles, “Rolf has a barge boat that takes tourists out into the Everglades.” “How about it?” Rolf said, one black eyebrow shooting upward.
