“Who else wants to go?” demanded Bobby, quickly.
“Lil Pendleton––”
“Always that!” ejaculated Bobby, in disgust.
“Why, Bobby!” cried Dorothy. “I thought you and Lilly kissed and made up?”
“Oh, yes—we did,” grunted the smaller girl. “That is, we kissed. Lil was already made up.”
“Now, Bobby!” admonished Laura.
“That’s horrid of you, Bobby,” Nellie declared. “You are incorrigible.”
Yet they all had to laugh. Bobby Hargrew was just a cut-up!
“I’m worse than the long word you called me, Nell,” said little Miss Hargrew. “But we’re not going to have any such spoil-sport as Lil Pendleton along.”
“But Chet and Lance say that Prettyman Sweet has begged so hard to go camping with them, that they’re going to take him—just for the fun they will have at his expense, I s’pose,” said Laura. 6