Julia looked at them steadily an instant.
“Come!” she said briefly to her little band. The women ran down the knoll and disappeared up the trail.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Ralph remarked.
“Well, when you come to that, I’ll be damned,” Honey coincided.
“Who was it said that God did not intend them to walk?” Frank asked slyly.
“So that’s what all this bandaging of feet meant,” Billy went on, ignoring this thrust. “They were learning to walk all the time.”
“You’re on,” Ralph said in a disgusted tone. “Foxy little devils!”
“Gee, it must have hurt!” Honey exclaimed. “They must have been torn to ribbons at first. Some pluck, believe me!”
“I bet you dollars to doughnuts, Julia’s at the bottom of it,” remarked Pete.
“No question about that,” Frank commented. “Julia thinks.”