“Oh, nonsense,” Evelyn exclaimed. “It was the woods and the air and the water that did it. That was all she needed.”
“Humph, speak for yourself,” Jessie interposed. “I admit she could have done without you very well; I could myself, but——”
“Do I hear a gentle murmur as of buzz-saws buzzing?” quoth Evelyn, dreamy eyes fixed on space. “Methinks it grows more rasping of late——”
“For goodness sake, girls, stop it,” begged Lucile, despairingly. “If you are going to be like this all summer, 11 how on earth can I take you with me? I don’t want to live in a hive of hornets.”
“Take us with you?” they cried, bewildered. “What do you mean?” and Jessie added, tragically, “Tell me quickly or I die!”
“Oh, I just thought I might.” It was Lucile’s turn to regard the heavens fixedly.
“Lucile, I’d like to shake you. You can be the most exasperating thing at times!” cried Jessie excitedly, and Evelyn, with an inelegance that was none the less forceful, “If you have anything up your sleeve, let’s have it!”
Lucile’s gaze came down to earth abruptly.
“You seem to be in a great hurry,” she protested. “You haven’t given me time yet, you know.”
“Oh, we’ll hunt him up for you some other time,” Evelyn wheedled, and Jessie added, sagely, “We’re only losing him this way, you know;” then added, in desperation, “If you don’t explain right away, you’ll have a corpse on your hands, Lucy.”