"But if he eats them up how much wiser will you be?"
Laverne looked nonplussed. "Well, he will have them at any rate," and she nodded her head with satisfaction.
Pablo had built a stone fireplace and was roasting some ducks out of doors. He was sure he couldn't do it any other way.
"I must go and view the camping process," and Uncle Jason laughed. "How is your ankle?"
"Oh, quite on the mend," she answered.
Pablo had built a stone fireplace and was roasting the ducks over a great bed of coals that he was burning at one side. It might be wasteful, as when the Chinaman first roasted his pig, but it was filling the air with a savory smell, and they were browned to a turn.
"They look just delicious," announced Laverne. She took the platter out and Pablo carried them in with a proud air.
And delicious they certainly were. The little girl was hungry, and Uncle Jason said he had not enjoyed anything so much in a long while. She insisted she should wash up the dishes while Uncle Jason took his usual nap. Then she went out and dropped some cracker crumbs and strictly forbade Bruno to touch them.
"If you would like to go down to the Estenegas I will get one of the horses," Uncle Jason said. His Sundays were always devoted to her.
So she went out and talked to Pelajo while Pablo harnessed him. He said very plainly that she had quite neglected him of late and he did not like it. He did not want to be thrown over for new friends.