“On Plane Street,” was the prompt reply.
“Oh, I know where that is!” cried Agnes. “It’s ’way out on the west side of town.”
“Just leave this to me. Don’t interrupt, Aggie,” said her boy friend. “Now, Margy, how did you get to these woods?”
“We walked. We started right after breakfast, and we brought our lunch——”
“And we eated—eated it all up,” gulped Carrie, the smallest Pendleton. “And I’m hungry,” she added in a mournful tone.
“Aw, don’t be a baby,” grumbled her brother. “Of course you’re hungry. You always are.”
“Now, hold on!” urged Neale again. “You walked out to the woods. And from Plane Street? Then I guess you got into the woods about where that old quarry is, didn’t you? That deep hole in the ground where it is all rocks?”
“Oh, yes!” exclaimed Margy. “And there’s a railing round it, and daddy told us not to go near, for the railing might break if we leaned on it.”
“That’s the place,” Neale said. “Now we’re getting to it. And after you got into the wood a way you saw a place where a little house had been burned down—oh! A long time ago?”
“You bet we did!” interrupted Reginald. “But I got some smut on my hands just the same,” and he displayed two very grimy hands.