“To meet some more bandits,” interposed Valerie dryly.
“That might not happen in another hundred years,” Virginia declared. “You would have to pick the summer that we were having trouble. Other years all is peaceful and serene.”
“Look,” Phyllis said laughingly, “if we hadn’t come out you might still be having trouble. We cleared everything up.”
“Of course,” Virginia laughed teasingly. “You’re good!”
“What do you think, Gale?” Madge asked.
“Hm?” Gale brought her gaze back from the tops of the far pine trees on the horizon. “About what?”
“You weren’t listening,” Janet accused.
Gale laughed. “No, I wasn’t,” she confessed. “What were you saying?”
“Don’t listen to them,” Val interrupted. “Each one has a worse idea how to spend the thousand dollars.”
“Haven’t you an idea that will put our minds at rest?” Phyllis demanded of Gale. “We really have to do something, you know. We start for home tomorrow and we haven’t much time.”