“I expect we’ll have to let them,” grumbled Bess. “Or else pay a man to do it for us.”
“My goodness me!” laughed Frances Cameron. “It must be a dreadful thing to hate boys like Bess does! They’re awfully bad sometimes, I know—”
“Look at what those two boys tried to do to us this very evening,” exclaimed Bessie.
“Oh, Tubby’s always up to some foolishness,” said Percy, laughing.
“And that Dave Shepard is just as bad!” cried Bess Lavine, tossing her head.
“Wyn won’t agree with that statement,” chuckled Frank.
“And all six of the Busters are full of mischief,” went on the complaining one. “I wish they were not going to the same place we are to camp.”
“Why, Bess!” exclaimed Mina.
“I do wish that. They’ll be around under foot all the time. And they’ll play tricks, and be rough and rude, and I know they will spoil the summer for us.”
“You go on!” came from Frank, with some scorn. “I guess I can hold up my end against the Busters.”