“‘Fun!’” repeated Tess scathingly, looking at him.
Just then Ruth, the eldest sister of the four Corner House girls, and Luke Shepard, the young collegian, appeared walking hastily toward the place where the party had been gathering nuts.
“They are all right, Luke!” was Ruth’s first exclamation.
“I told you so, Miss Fussbudget,” he laughed. “Did you hear somebody shouting, Neale?”
“Yes, for help. What do you suppose it is?”
“We’d better go to see,” Ruth said confidently.
She, too, was a pretty girl; but she did not have Agnes’ vivid coloring or volatile manner. Ruth Kenway was graceful, rather mature in figure and manner, and with the kindest smile in the world. Having had to mother her younger sisters when she was so young, the girl had acquired this matronly appearance, although she was still in her teens.
“Say!” broke in Sammy, who, from natural obstinacy, opposed almost everything he did not himself suggest, “let ’em come and ask us to help. Maybe somebody will steal our nuts while we’re gone. Or the auto.”
“Can’t steal the machine,” said Neale. “It’s locked and the key is in my pocket.”
“Come on,” Luke remarked. “I feel with Ruth that we ought to look into this. It is easy for something to happen in the woods.”