The girls hurried across the field and, in a short time, came to the place where Joe and Dick had left their airplanes to follow Teddy into the gully.
“Oh, look!” exclaimed Margie. “Here’s my brother’s plane!”
“Then the other must be Joe’s,” said Lucy. “For it isn’t Teddy’s.”
“How do you suppose the planes got here?” asked Margie.
“Why,” said Lucy, considering, “I guess the boys flew them and the planes came down and the boys couldn’t find them. But we have. And we can take the planes home and won’t the boys be surprised?”
“I should say so!” exclaimed Margie. “But where is Teddy and his plane?”
“Maybe his flew another way, and he and Joe and Dick are hunting for it,” suggested Lucy. “Anyhow, we have found two of the planes and we’ll take them home with us. When the boys are feeling sorry that they have lost them, we’ll give them back.”
“Oh, what fun!” laughed Margie.
The two girls each picked up one of the toy planes and were starting to walk back across the meadow when Margie exclaimed: