“Getting warmer,” laughed Neale, yet he was serious the next moment. “Where did you go after you passed that burned cabin?”
“Why, we went after nuts,” said Margy soberly.
Luke grinned. “That stumps you, my boy?”
“Not so’s you’d notice it. I know that part of the wood. I know where the only good trees are in that direction. Now, see, Margy: Did you pass a dead tree with no leaves on it—Oh! A tall tree?”
“Yes, we did!” cried Reginald. “And we found our first nuts under it.”
“Aw, shucks!” exploded Sammy Pinkney. “How’d you do that? Nuts under a dead tree? Rats!”
“I think you are the most impolite boy, Sammy,” murmured Tess admonishingly.
“But we did,” said Margy. “I remember.”
“Of course you did,” said Neale quickly. “There is a fine big chestnut tree right next to that dead oak. I remember it. When the burrs fall and the nuts scatter, of course some of them fall under the dead tree.”
“I got a pocket full, so there!” said Reginald, looking hard at Sammy.