"Then you really don't care about my finishing the plant?"
"Why should we?" returned Jo.
Roger sighed and scratched his head. "Then why did you come at all?"
"The chief asked us and we knew Charley. She's been kind to me and I wanted to help her out."
"If the whole gang of you would give me just two more days we could finish in good shape," pleaded Roger.
"You can get along," replied Jo. "We've done what we promised."
"Yes, you have, and a bully job. But—well, I'm floored. I just can't get your point of view." Roger's voice was rueful.
Jo laughed. "And we can't get yours."
There was an extra good supper that night and formal thanks on the part of Charley. Then, in the moonlight, the whole picturesque caravan moved off up the mountain trail.
Charley, returning to the living room, said, "Well, children, I'm cheerful in spite of the fact that there's not two days' food left in the house."