“I will the next time I tell it,” Lois chuckled, pleased at the idea.
Polly had wandered off a little way down the slope, presently she called:
“Lo, do you remember the first time we came out here?”
“Yes, of course I do; we were getting greens for the Seniors. We talked so much we were nearly late for luncheon.”
“Doesn’t it seem ages ago? By the way, what time is it?”
Bob pulled out his watch.
“It’s five, ten,” he said.
“It’s fate,” exclaimed Polly; “we are always late when we come to the fort.”
“Poor Mother and Dad, we’ll have to hustle,” said Lois.
They looked regretfully at the wonderful orange sky, turned, and with the wind at their backs, started off in the direction of the school.