"Just look at all those dudes, staring at Betty and Grace! Say!
I'd like to teach them manners!" and he glowered at the unconscious boys
from the summer colony with a ferocity that should have terrified the
most hardy.
"Come away," said Allen. "You can't blame them for doing just what we
have done for the last two years," he added, dryly.
"Here we are, almost ashore," cried Amy, a little later. "Have you got
the list of the things we need, Allen? Let's see--butter and sugar and
baking powder and eggs and--oh, we mustn't forget the meat."
"Chocolates," murmured Grace.
"Don't worry so soon, Amy," laughed Will. "There will be plenty of time
for that when we get back to the island and find that we have forgotten
half the things."
"Well, if we think of them now," said usually quiet Amy, "there won't be
any excuse for our forgetting them later."
"Well, but perhaps we shall need an excuse," reasoned Will. "You would
never make a good diplomat, Amy."
Betty put her arm protectingly around the younger girl. "There is no
reason why you should want to be that, is there?" she questioned.
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