“We, Lucy?”
“Sure. You’ll come with me, won’t you?”
“I guess so. Where is it?”
“Down in Mason’s meadow. We haven’t anything to do so we might as well go there as any place else, don’t you think?”
“Of course. Won’t the boys be surprised?”
“Well—maybe,” said Lucy slowly. “I think Teddy sort of suspects I’ll follow him. But I don’t care. I’ve got a right to.”
“Of course we have,” agreed Margie. “They can’t keep us out of Mason’s meadow.”
So the two girls hurried toward the same field where, a little while before, Teddy and his chums had started to fly their planes. On the way the girls decided to stop in the candy store kept by old Mrs. Traddle.
“I’ve got part of my allowance left,” said Lucy. “I’ll treat you, Margie.”
“Oh, that’s lovely. Next time I’ll treat you. But let’s save some of the candy for the boys.”