“I’ll get me a bow-arrer and learn to shoot before we start,” Sammy declared, deluding himself, as he always did, with the idea that he was to be a member of the party in any case.
“But you don’t even know if your mother’ll let you go, Sammy Pinkney!” cried Tess.
“She’ll let me go if Aggie says I may,” declared Sammy. “I can, can’t I, Aggie?” grabbing her by her plaid skirt and almost pulling her over backwards.
“Stop! You can can that!” declared the next-to-the-oldest Corner House girl slangily. “What do you think I am—a bell rope, that you yank me that way?”
“I can go to that Red Deer Lodge, can’t I?” insisted the youngster.
“You can start right now, for all I care,” said Agnes, rather grumpily, and giving Sammy no further attention.
But that was enough for Sammy Pinkney. He considered that he had a particular invitation to accompany the party into the woods, and he would tell his mother so when he reached home.
But Dot began to be worried.
“Just see here, Tess Kenway!” she exclaimed suddenly. “Do you suppose my Alice-doll—or any of the other dollies—can stand it?”
“Stand what?” her sister, quite excited, asked.