Mary Louise’s eyes narrowed.
“Does burning people’s houses come into his plan?”
“Gosh, no! We’re not really bad, Sis. We wouldn’t do anything like that.”
“Do you make fires at all?”
“Sure we make fires. We’ve got to cook our camp meals, haven’t we? And have our ceremonies.”
“I see.” She was thinking. “And sometimes those fires spread farther than you want them to?”
“No, course not! Now, don’t you go blaming us guys for Hunters’ bungalow burning down!”
“I’m not blaming you, Freckles—you weren’t even here. But I’m not so sure about those Smith boys. They are pretty wild, once they get started. Remember the time they locked that little boy in the boathouse and almost left him there all night?”
“Gee whiz, Sis! They wouldn’t have left him there. They just wanted to scare him.”
“I’m not so sure. They’re spoiled kids. I wish you wouldn’t play with them.”