"The question is, where have you been?" asked George in as gruff a tone as he could assume.
"Where have we been?" repeated Harriet wonderingly. "Are you joking, Mr. Baker?"
"No, I'm not joking. We have been worried about you. Where have you been?"
"Why, we have been not far from here all the time. And you mean to tell me that you didn't know where we were?"
George shook his head. His companions looked sheepish.
"Did you sail over here so early in the morning to call on us?" questioned Harriet innocently.
"No, we are camping over there."
"Oh! Then you came over to be near us? Isn't that fine?" laughed Crazy Jane.
"We—we thought may—maybe the fishing was better over here," replied George lamely.
"Oh, thave me!" muttered Tommy, then fled into the cabin that they might not observe her laughter.