“I’m glad to know what we’re going to do,” said Margy, sighing as though a burden had been taken from her shoulders.
“Now don’t——” Polly instructed her younger brother, “don’t, Artie, whatever you do, tell any one who belongs to the Conundrum Club where we’re going. It would be just like them to want to go, too.”
Artie said he would be careful, but it was lucky he had to memorize a verse to recite at the Thanksgiving exercises. Artie loved to talk, and he was apt to talk to any friendly listener.
It was not till the Wednesday morning before Thanksgiving Day that Carrie Pepper heard of the plan. School was to close at noon, and Mr. and Mrs. Larue and Mr. and Mrs. Marley had gone off in the Larue car at seven o’clock that morning. Rye was over the state line and some two hundred miles from River Bend.
“I saw your folks going off,” remarked Carrie, sociably, joining the six chums as they set off for school at half-past eight. “What are you going to do for dinner to-morrow?”
“My mother’s at home,” said Margy, with dignity. “And so is Dad.”
“Oh! Then are they all coming to your house?” asked Carrie. “My mother is going to have a lot of company, too. She’s going to kill the turkey this afternoon. He’s nice and fat, too.”
“We’re going to carry the turkey with us,” said Artie, innocently. That was enough for Carrie.
“Carry it with you?” she asked. “Why, where are you going?”
“Up to Tom’s Island,” said Fred, darting a severe look at Artie. “We’re going up in the car and stay till Sunday.”