“Bah! they’ll soon work it off of me when we’re back in school,” groaned Bessie. “That’s the worst of a vacation–there’s always work at the end of it.”
“Lazy!” cried Percy. “I believe I’ll love study when I’m back to the ‘scholastic grind.’”
“You can have my share,” grumbled Bess. “But what about Tubby’s additional avoirdupois, Frankie? He’s as big as a haystack anyway.”
“‘All flesh is grass,’ the Scriptures say,
So Tubby B.’s a load of hay!”
chuckled Frank. “Is that it? And Tubby is all swelled up now–as big as a barrel.”
“That’s an awful fib, Frank,” declared Mina. “He couldn’t be.”
“Well, Ferd says he looks so. The boys found a bumble bees’ nest and Tubby didn’t have any paddle to hit them with. So they all went for poor Tubby and they stung him so that his face is twice as big as usual–so Ferd says.”
“Something is always happening to that boy,” said Bess, laughing. “Hullo! where have you been, Wyn?”
Wyn came up from the shore. “I know where she’s been,” cried Frank. “She has been down there gloating!”
“Gloating?” repeated Percy.