"Yes," shrieked all five.
"Here's a hungry man. Could one of you roll up in a blanket and find him something to eat?"
"Sure!" shrieked all five.
Then, of course, there followed a lively scramble for shoes and blankets and, in another moment, the five girls, looking like so many disheveled little squaws, were out in the moonlight.
"There's some cold johnny-cake," said Jean, rather doubtfully, "and some mushroom soup that I could warm up."
"And beans," added Marjory, stalking after her towards the camp cupboard. "I'll get the dishes."
"Girls," said Mr. Black, "this is Mr. Saunders—Mr. William Saunders—of Lakeville. Saunders, which of these young women did you see this morning?"
"Well, really," stammered the visitor, glancing from one to another of the blanketed maidens, "I couldn't say."
"Mabel and me," mumbled Henrietta, half-heartedly.