"Wasn't it Antony who had
time and conquered, or something like that--"
"Goodness, anybody'd know you'd been out of school a long time," drawled
Grace scathingly. "Mark Antony, indeed!"
"Well, it was one of those guys, anyway," maintained Allen, with admirable
impartiality. "And you have to admit the sentiment was fine. All we ask is
time--"
"And a little grub," supplemented Will hungrily. "It seems to me I
remember somebody saying a couple of hours ago that we were even then
approaching our destination, and we seem to be getting no nearer
rapidly--"
"Oh, do try to be sensible," cried Mollie, for the second time. "If you
would only have some patience--"
"Never heard the word," declared Will with a grin, and Mollie made a face
at him--a very disrespectful face.
"Well, but when--" Will was insisting plaintively when Betty interrupted
him with a cry of delight.
"Look, people," she said, breaking away from them and running up the
rather steep bank lightly.
"This isn't the spot we picked out, but it's twice as pretty. Big rocks
for tables--and everything."
"Especially everything," commented Allen, his eyes twinkling.
"Oh, boy!" cried Roy ecstatically, setting down the hamper that had been
his share and beginning to examine its contents without further delay.
"Chicken! Ham sandwiches! Biscuits! Jelly--"
"Say, get out of that!" cried Frank, snatching the hamper away with a
vigor born of fear.
Pages:
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52