“I have other viands in my pocket.”
“To be saved for future reference,” she laughed.
“We’ll wrap the rest of this wild poultry up in nice clean leaves and save it for another meal.”
“We will. It will be tasty when cold.”
At the spring where we went to wash down the meal with drafts of water, Betty’s eyes began to twinkle and the corners of her lips twitched suspiciously.
“Well, we’ve perfectly beautiful drinking water, at least,” she said, and smothered her laughter behind both hands.
“Now then,” she said briskly, when we were back in the cave, “are we going to occupy this apartment for some time, or do we continue our travels of last night?”
I told her that it seemed best for us to stay in hiding.
“All right. Then let’s try to brighten the place up a little. We don’t have to sit here and look at these black stone walls just because we’re playing Injun. Come and help me; I love to select furnishings for a room.”
From the hillside near the cave we gathered more branches and brush. Pine, spruce, birch and willow, budding into the full growth of Summer, came by the armfuls into the cavern.