“Oh, please, Ruth, please,” they all begged.
“I shall put my shoes right back on,” protested Ted. “I feel put upon.”
“Let’s wait till morning,” Polly decided. “Peggie will be in bed now, anyway. I don’t believe Ruth got more than a peep at it herself.”
“I didn’t,” said Ruth meekly. “It was through the window too, while Peggie was in there after something. All I could see were horns and pelts, and baskets, and that sort of thing, but she says she has ever so many things she has collected.”
“I like Peggie,” Isabel said suddenly, in her precise way. “She has the deepest dimples I ever saw.”
“Sally Lost Moon calls them smile holes,” said Polly. “Isn’t that dear, girls? Smile holes.”
“Oh, listen a minute,” interrupted Sue who was near the open door. Up from the corral came the Murray boys, singing together. They could not catch the words, but the swinging, happy lilt carried on the night air. The last line they heard clearly.
“Will you ride,
Oh, will you ride,
Say, will you ride the trail with me?”