“That’s all right!” answered Ted, riding off. “So long.”
“So long, Teddy,” called out Eileen, and they watched him till he disappeared from view round the next “bend.”
“Queer little cusses!” muttered Teddy to himself. “I wonder what’s their little game. Nothing wrong, though, I’ll be bound.”
As soon as Teddy was lost to view the girls had misgivings.
“I wonder ought we have sent it,” said Mollie.
“Oh, well! it’s too late to cry about it now,” answered Eileen, who was also feeling a bit “scared.”
“I do hope it’s all right,” said Mollie, anxiously. “I wonder whatever he’ll think.”
“Goodness knows!” declared Eileen, solemnly, shaking her head. “I do hope he’s not a grumpy old man. What a terrible thing it would be, Mollie, if he sent it back to Mamma and Dadda!”
“Oh, dear! I never thought of that,” cried Mollie.
And then they were joined by the other children, who had overheard the last remarks, and who looked very woe-begone.