“Is he? He must have been a beauty at the start,” Alec declared.
“Oh, he isn’t a thoroughbred—except as to his feelings; but he’s a mighty nice dog. He’s devoted to Aunt Lucinda.”
“Does she return his devotion?”
“I honestly think she does like him a little; and she really is good to him,” Blue Bonnet said, soberly.
“He’s having the time of his life now, all right,” Alec laughed. A moment later he came to a sudden halt; he had been fighting against the need for rest for the last half-hour. It was intolerable to be played out in this way, with Blue Bonnet showing not the slightest sign of fatigue.
“We might camp here,” he suggested. In spite of himself, he could not keep the tiredness out of his voice.
Blue Bonnet looked up at him. “Yes,” she said quickly, “this will be fine.”
They spread the napkin covering the basket over a flat stone and laid out the lunch.
“My, but I’m hungry,” Blue Bonnet declared. “It’s fun, isn’t it, eating out-of-doors?”
Alec nodded.