“I’d like to,” Maida answered, “but I guess I won’t. I like Aunt Save too much.”
“Anyway,” Harold pointed out, “it isn’t anything that concerns them. It’s all between us children.”
“No, I wouldn’t want any grown people to get mixed up in this at all,” Arthur said. “I wouldn’t say anything about it to Granny Flynn or Mrs. Dore. It’ll only worry them and nobody’s the worse for it. We didn’t do anything to be ashamed of anyway.”
“Ashamed of!” Rosie echoed stormily. “You were only trying to save their lives.”
“No,” Maida agreed, “I won’t say anything about it. I think you’re right Arthur.”
The Burles had reached the opposite shore by this time. Before they disappeared into the woods, they raised their voices in a long derisive shout.
As Arthur listened his face grew blacker and blacker. “Do all the yelling you want!” he called, “I’ll get even with you, my fine young gypsies!”