“Ho, ho!” cried Tubby. “Where are the girls?”
“Bear hunting, I bet!” cried Ferd Roberts.
“Good-morning, Mrs. Havel,” said Dave, smiling rather sheepishly. “I hope we didn’t scare you.”
“You rather startled me–coming unannounced,” admitted Mrs. Havel, but smiling quietly. “You surely have not breakfasted so early?”
“No. That’s part of the game,” declared another youth. “We claim forfeit–and in this case take payment in eats.”
“I am afraid you are more slangy than understandable,” returned Mrs. Havel. “Did you come for something particular?”
“Goodness! didn’t you see those girls running?” cried Ferd.
“Running? Where to?” queried the chaperone.
Dave began to look more serious.
“Perhaps they are running yet!” squealed Tubby, only seeing the fun of it.