Gale went to the door. “Virginia,” she called, “bring me a bucket of cold water. The colder the better!”
“What’s that for?” Janet demanded.
“To pour on you,” Gale said calmly.
“I’m up!” Janet declared, tossing back the covers and jumping out of bed.
She was up, but it took her and Carol at least another half an hour to complete their dressing. When finally they appeared for breakfast, it was lunch time. After lunch there was frantic last minute scrambling to collect baggage.
The old car in which they had arrived at the K Bar O was brought to the front of the ranch house and there the girls viewed it with frowns.
“That tire is certainly flat,” Carol declared. “It looks like a deflated pancake.”
“Jim and I’ll have it fixed in no time,” Tom offered.
“Brothers are good for something,” Janet murmured satisfactorily to Virginia.
“Where’s Phyllis?” Gale asked.