“Of course not,” remarked Mary Lee with meaning.
Jo made a face at her and subsided.
The rain continued for the rest of the day, but ’Lish proposed that they “jog along toward home,” keeping themselves under the rubber blanket canopy. So, toward dusk a chorus of cheerful voices was heard by those anxiously waiting at camp. The voices were singing:
“When ’Lisha brings us home to camp,
All in the driving rain, sirs,
You’ll maybe look for frowns and groans,
But you will look in vain, sirs.
Thanky ma’am.”
