"What do you propose to do?" asked Hazel.
"That is a dark secret. We won't even whisper it to the little birds yet, lest they carry it to our friends the tramps. I have an idea that our friends will be back here to-night. Just what they are going to do I don't know, but I think they are going to spy on the farmhouse. I wish they would come over to our Island of Delight. There are a number of things we could do to puzzle them. And then—"
"And then the wise housekeeper forgot all about her supper," interrupted Miss Elting, amid a chorus of laughter and many blushes from Harriet, who, in the excitement of planning to get the better of George Baker and his friends, had forgotten her household duties.
"Very good. I will confess that I have been dilatory. What do you girls wish for supper?"
"The same old thing—the old stand-by, bacon and eggs and coffee, and—"
"I know what I am going to have," interrupted Margery. "I'm going to have some custard. I haven't had any custard since I left home."
"Can you make it?" asked the guardian.
"Of course I can."
"You are quite sure of that?" teased Harriet.
"I guess I know. I've made it ever so many times. You will like it, if you get a chance to eat any of it. I am making this for myself."