Jimmy Toppan said:—
"Let's go down to Plumbush an' go in swimmin'."
"What's the matter with Four Rocks?" suggested Peter.
"Oh, come on to Plumbush," Jimmy insisted,—"my uncle's goin' to drive down to the farm in the buckboard, an' we can get a ride with him, part way."
The question was put and carried without dissent, and the meeting stood adjourned.
CHAPTER XIX
ENTERTAINING ALICE
It was sprung on me without any pretence of a fair warning. Rob Currier, Ed Mason, and I had just rounded up a herd of buffaloes in the back of my garden, and we were busily engaged in lassoing separate members of the herd before they should slip through the fence into Mr. Tilton's vegetable patch. Once let them get there and it would be well-nigh impossible, among the lettuce and tomatoes, ever to reduce them to submission. Your buffalo is tractable and decent on even turf, but when he gets all mixed up with vegetables he becomes a perfect nuisance.