"
Laughingly the girls did as the Little Captain bid--somehow it was
impossible to do anything else.
"Where is the table cloth, Mollie?" called Amy from the other room. "We
used paper napkins and doilies last night." Then she added, as Mollie
came to help her, "Did you ever see anybody eat like those boys last
night?"
"It was a wonderful and awesome sight," Mollie agreed, as she and Amy
spread the cloth. "I wonder," she added as a sudden thought struck her,
"if the boys have had their breakfast."
"What a question!" said Grace, appearing at the door carrying a plateful
of the most deliciously golden honey the girls had ever seen--or so at
least it seemed to them. "Do you imagine they could exist from six
o'clock to ten without eating? Mollie, I gave you credit for more
sense."
"Is that so?" retorted Mollie, cross because she was hungry. "Well, I
have a good deal more sense than some people I know. I mention no names,
but see where I am looking," and she stared steadfastly at her unruffled
chum, who was calmly setting the honey on the table.
"Here I am again," said Betty, "acting the part of peacemaker.
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