“Practice and defence,” replied Polly. “We won’t want to stay around the camp every minute, and if we stray off any distance, some wild animal might appear, and where would we be?”
“‘Algy met a bear,
The bear was bulgy.
And the bulge was Algy,’”
quoted Sue solemnly.
“Sue, I’m surprised,” laughed Polly. “Wouldn’t I love to see Miss Calvert’s face if she heard that.”
“She would laugh, too—now.” Sue made a significant pause. “Here they come. I heard the wheels on the bridge over the creek.”
So then they all left the sheep wagon, and their camp outfitting, to go and greet the visitors from the Alameda. There was a tinge of color in Miss Honoria’s delicate cheeks, and she looked around at her girls with a happy smile that spoke volumes.
“I wanted her to rest after her long journey,” Mrs. Sandy said, tenderly, “but she said she’d rather come over. Sister, you’d better sit up on the stoop where it’s cool.”
Honoria smiled proudly, and obeyed.