"Oh, isn't it nice and cosy in here?" sighed Margery contentedly, dropping down on a bench. Unslinging her heavy pack, she let it fall to the floor.
"What about supper?" was Janus's first question.
"Yeth, that ith what I thay," approved Tommy. "Buthter would thay tho, too, only thhe is afraid I'll teathe her about eating."
"Afraid of you!" exclaimed Margery disgustedly. "Well, I guess not."
During this passage at arms Janus was making an industrious hunt for a frying-pan. He opened one of the packs that had been left behind, thrust one hand inside, then paused, a look of astonishment on his honest face, underneath the frown that wrinkled his weather-beaten forehead. For a few seconds the bewildered guide stared stupidly at the object he had taken from the pack. The girls were busy undoing their tote-packs, so they failed to heed what he was doing until his peculiar attitude finally attracted their attention.
Janus thrust his hand in again, but the result was no less discouraging.
"Well, I swum!" he grumbled. "I swum!"
"So you've said before," smiled Hazel.
"Anything wrong?" asked the guardian, glancing up from her own pack, the contents of which were spread out on the floor before her.
The guide "swum" again. Miss Elting paused in her work, turning to him.