“What are the little boys made out of?
What are the little boys made out of?
Rats and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails—
That’s what the little boys are made out of.”
“You have a pretty good bass voice,” was all that Mary said, as she began slicing bacon on the bottom of a bucket.
CHAPTER IX
A CASE FOR REJUVENATION
CHARMIAN REEMY received the news of the flight of Leach and the Morleys with equanimity.
“I have been afraid for some time,” she asserted at breakfast, “that there was something wrong. Oh, well, it doesn’t greatly matter. I never should have considered buying the opal claims, anyway, if it hadn’t been necessary to do it in order to get the location of the Valley of Arcana. And Shirttail Henry ought to be able to at least show us how to get a peep at it.”
“Charmian Reemy, you’re going home,” announced Mary stiffly.
“Wrong again, Mary Temple. We’re going to find the Valley of Arcana and explore it.”