“Now what do you mean, young lady,—addressing your sister as a lobster? Come right up and apologize!”
“O, Campbell, you’re so funny!” The little girls ran up the steps, crossed the porch and June squeezed herself into the swing by Campbell, Hilary moving over.
“Do you like the little boys, Campbell?”
“Yes, Junie, we have great times. I’ll tell you about them one of these days. You are coming down to Boothbay on the picnic, aren’t you?”
“O, I should say I am!”
“Careful, June,” warned Hilary. “Watch your speech.”
“Did you ever hear the story of the hunters’ cabin?”
“Our little cabin, Campbell?”
“Yes, or thereabouts.”
“No; except that hunters often go there during the hunting season. We found the skeleton of a fox up there the other day. Tell us what the story is.”