“You, too?” gasped Mrs. Heard. “I thought you had better sense, Ruth Kenway.”
“Well—I haven’t,” admitted the oldest Corner House girl, smiling. “How are you going to get the thing repaired, Neale?”
“Wire to the makers. Take two or three days to get the new casting. And we can’t run a yard without it.”
“Where will you send your telegram from?” Ruth asked.
“From the flag station—Hickton—and that’s seven miles away. I’ll have to walk it unless I find some one to drive me there.”
“Oh, Neale! To-night?” cried Agnes.
“No. Couldn’t get to the station before it was closed, anyway. I’ll make an early start. That is, unless you want me to hike right out now and find a farmer who will cart you all to some place where you can get regular beds.”
“Oh, no!” cried Agnes, again. “You sha’n’t have all the fun, Neale.”
“No-o, Neale,” said Ruth, more slowly. “I think it will be possible for us all to stay here with you. The weather is so nice.”
“Oh, let’s stay! Let’s stay!” cried the three juveniles in chorus, and even Tom Jonah, becoming excited too, barked his approval.