CHAPTER XX.
A NEW HIDING-PLACE.
The four girls were in an unusually energetic frame of mind the next day, owing to so many hours confinement on the sailboat.
"Let's do something wild to-day," said Cricket, at the breakfast-table. "I'd like to ride a crazy horse."
"Are you tired of this world?" asked Will. "If you are, I'll go and borrow Mr. Gates's Josephus,—his new horse. He's only half broken, and that's the wrong half."
"Cricket, I put my foot down on your doing anything of the kind," said auntie, in alarm, not feeling at all sure of Cricket. "Remember you're strictly forbidden to mount anything but Mopsie."
"And the sawhorse?" broke in Archie.
"Yes, I'll except the sawhorse," conceded his mother.
"Why, auntie, I rode Columbus all around the field, bareback, the other day," said Cricket. "I didn't know you didn't want me to."