"My goodness, wouldn't they be furious!" cried Margy, laughing. "They would never forgive us in the world if we kept them out all night like this. Carrie would say that was a nice way to behave—invite her to a picnic and then have the engine break down."
"They'll be mad, anyway," Jess observed, "because we came off and let them think we were to leave an hour later."
"All I hope is that Mother doesn't worry," said Ward, and Polly silently wondered where Ella Mooney was and whether she had been found.
They were all rather silent for half an hour or so, each busy with his or her own thoughts. Jess was finally discovered in tears.
"My foot's asleep," she wept. "And I'm thirsty and I want to lie down to sleep—my neck hurts."
"I'll rub it for you," Polly offered.
"And there's no reason why you shouldn't all have a drink of water," said Larry kindly. "A sandwich, too, maybe, though if you'll take my advice, you will save the food that's left for breakfast."
He measured out the water for them to drink and not a sandwich was touched, though Ward whispered to Artie that he was sure he would starve to death before morning.
"Won't hurt you if you lose five or ten pounds," said Artie coldly.