“Fine!” cried Tom. “That will be a great game.”
“We must all have black masks like this,” said Kenneth; and he clapped to his face a bit of black cloth with two holes, through which his eyes glowed fiercely.
The littlest Prouts began to scream. “Stop that!” said Tom. “If you are going to bawl you can’t be pirates. You will have to go with the luncheon and be robbed.”
Bill and Bob and Jane were silent immediately. They felt that it would be terrible not to be pirates.
“Yes, we must all have masks and swords, and red handkerchiefs tied around our necks, and turbans, just like real pirates,” said Kenneth. “See, I have a tin sword.”
“I think I can make the masks,” said Mary, who had been examining Kenneth’s. “I can sew a little, can’t you, Rose?”
“Oh, yes,” said Rose, thinking of the dolls’ dresses which she had made. “I can sew a great deal.”
“And I can whittle,” said Tommy Prout. “I will make wooden swords for all of us.”
“So can I,” said Kenneth. “I have a jolly jack-knife—a real pirate ripper!” and he flourished it in the air.
“Who will be captain?” said Rose suddenly. “I suppose there has to be a captain?”