“Oh,” exclaimed Winnie, “some of the Boy Scouts must be here.”
Joanne drew back almost loosing her hold upon the basket.
“What’s the matter?” queried Winnie.
“Boys,” responded Joanne. “I—I’m kind of afraid of boys. I don’t know how to talk to them.”
“Nonsense,” returned Winnie. “You talk to them just as you do to girls. Come along and don’t be silly.”
So Joanne followed Winnie’s bold entrance and soon found herself in the midst of a merry group of girls and boys.
“Here they are!” cried Virgie. “Did you bring the eggs? Good! How many?”
“Four dozen and a half,” answered Joanne; “we thought we’d better allow for breakage.”
“Yum-yum, what lovely fresh eggs!” exclaimed Virgie as she peeped into the basket. “Did they come from that place in the country?”
“Yes. Cousin Ned and I went out there yesterday afternoon and got them, so I can guarantee that they are strictly fresh. It was perfectly lovely out there, and will be even lovelier when we all go.”