“Why couldn’t they move over to the big house?”
“Maybe they will. You might suggest it,” answered Mabel slyly.
Miss Rindy gave a little contemptuous sniff and the subject was dropped.
Supplied with wraps and carrying various boxes and baskets, the girls set off for the wharf where they were met by the rest of the party. Reed and Tom were on hand, having met the Truesdell girls the day before, and were helping Alvin stow away the provisions.
“Don’t forget a jug of water,” Hettie called.
“And matches, has any one matches?” Gertrude asked.
For answer Tom dived down into his pocket and produced a box which he held up to view.
“We’d better have a can of milk, in case the cream gives out,” Hettie suggested. “Cassie, you run up to the store and get it. And see if they have any marshmallows,” she called after the child who sped off on her errand.
She was back quickly, bringing the can of milk. “No more marshmallows; all sold out, Mr. Hodges said, and they aren’t going to get any more.”
“Oh, well, it doesn’t matter. I thought it would be nice to toast some, but we can get along without.”