“Right!” declared Dave.
“Got us there,” admitted Ferdinand.
“I’ll see that they behave themselves, Wyn,” cried Tubby, with great enthusiasm. “These fellows are too fresh, anyway—”
But at this the other boys rose up in their might and pitched upon Master Blaisdell, rolling him over and over on the grass and making him lose half of his last doughnut.
“Now, now, now!” cried Mrs. Havel. “This is no bear-garden. Try to behave.”
The boys began to laugh uproariously at this. “What do you know about a bear-garden, Grace?” Ferd demanded.
“And wasn’t that growling of Dave’s awe-inspiring?” cried another.
“And weren’t you scared, Frank Cameron?” suggested Tubby, grinning hugely when his mates had let him up. “I never did know you could run so fast.”
“Why, pshaw!” responded Frank. “Did you boys really think you had scared us with those moth-eaten old robes?”
“How ridiculous!” chimed in Bess. “A boy is usually a good deal of a bear, I know; but he doesn’t look like one.”