"You are safe until you see another red-head."
"Let's go down on the beach and see what the mound builders have accomplished," Peggy said, "that large woman in the yellow skirt is going to come over here and entertain us if we don't."
"I think we will go down on the beach," Elizabeth said to the large woman, as they turned to walk in her direction, "of course we would like to help if we could, but Mrs. Robbins said there wasn't anything left to do."
"We have everything done, I think," said the woman, whose name they did not know. "The boys are going to bring back some vines to trail over the table, and some paper napkins to twist up in the glasses. We do everything the same way every year, to keep up the tradition."
"I think it's awfully nice," said Peggy, "and we appreciate being included."
"We always have a table of young people. The boys are always privileged to invite their—friends. Dear me, I must count noses."
"There she bustles off, counting noses," Peggy said. "I don't like her so much, but I guess she's a good-hearted one. Now's our chance to break away."
They scrambled down the steep embankment to the beach.
"That's the only time I ever didn't slide down, sitting," Peggy said. "I don't believe in being civilized unless you have to. I only ate a cross-section of burnt toast this morning, and drank some feeble cocoa. I'll be too hungry to eat pretty soon. We now approach the most celebrated of all the relics of the mound builders, a perfectly intact mound about six feet long and broad in proportion. This mound is a perfect specimen of the mound builders art. It is made of bricks and sand. A huge fire was first built on the base of this erection, in the ashes of which are baking, at the present moment, luscious ears of corn dressed in their original wrappers, huge sweet, or garden potatoes, clams by the galore, as our cook says, and, I strongly suspect, lobsters and bluefish, to complete the assortment. Dost like the picture, Love?"
"What's all that seaweed sticking out?"