"What's the matter with our going together?" Frank inquired, moving his
head slightly to bring Mollie within his range of vision. "The distance
won't seem half as far if I have such pleasant company," he added
gallantly.
"Don't do it," Betty, coming in from the kitchen, advised. "Make him
work a little."
"Oh, you're only jealous because I didn't ask you," Frank teased. "I
always knew you thought a good deal of me, Betty."
She made a little face at him, but did not deign to reply. Indeed, why
should she--the accusation was so plainly absurd?
Long before they had expected, voices were heard in the distance and the
most unearthly noises broke the woodland stillness. There was a banging
of wood upon tin and the clatter of utensils mingling with the
outrageous uproar from three pairs of sound and healthy lungs. There
were shouts and war cries and yells, combining in a weird clamor that
could be heard for miles around--or so it seemed to the girls.
The girls looked at each other inquiringly--then made a concerted rush
for the door.
"Oh, what a noise!" cried Betty. "It's just as well there isn't anybody
else in this part of the wood.
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