“Don’t be hateful, Bess,” admonished Grace.
“But what was he doing on our roof?” demanded the girl who claimed that she did not like boys.
At this Dave burst into a great laugh and was scarcely able to drag Tubby ashore.
“It’s a wonder he didn’t come right through on our heads,” complained Frank. “He’s so heavy.”
“But he would do it,” declared Dave, still laughing as he helped his fat friend up the bank to the door of Canoe Lodge. “It would have been a real good trick, too, if Tubby hadn’t slipped.”
“Always up to mischief!” sniffed Bessie Lavine. “That’s why I dislike boys so.”
“I don’t see what he could do on our roof,” said Wyn, wonderingly.
“And he had no business there!” cried Grace.
“Why,” explained Dave, for Tubby could not defend himself. “We saw Grace making the fire, and we knew the wood was green. It made a big smudge coming out of the chimney, and Tubby thought he had a brilliant idea.”
“I know!” exclaimed Frankie. “He had that plank to put over the top of our chimney. We’d have been smoked out, sure enough.”