"Oh, if we don't leave till half past nine, I guess seven o'clock would be early enough," Margy decided.
Polly and Jess went for a walk with Carrie and Mattie, and not a word was said about picnics. Margy asked particularly, when her chums came back.
"But just the same, if Carrie Pepper gets down to the wharf at half past nine to-morrow morning, she won't find us," said Jess.
"Maybe she doesn't intend to go," Polly murmured dubiously.
And from the boys' room overhead came a derisive snort. They had been listening with the door open into the hall.
A CONTRARY ENGINE
"It's a bright morning and you're like it," Larry greeted the Riddle Club with enthusiasm at quarter past eight the next morning.