"I know. But what I want to find out is, are the boys going to do any of the work?"
"Good land, is she asking us to cook?" asked Ferd. "Why, Billie, we don't know a thing about it!"
"And don't want to learn," added Chet fervently.
"Oh, you big fibbers!" Billie's eyes danced as she looked at them. "I remember—oh, I have a very good memory," and she glanced sideways at Teddy, who was beginning to look uncomfortable. "I remember a certain person telling me how beautifully you boys cooked while you were at camp."
"Say, Billie, that's not fair," cried Teddy, with a guilty note in his voice that made his two comrades look at him accusingly.
"Aha, we see the villain!" cried Ferd threateningly. "What'll we do with him, Chet?"
"Nothing's bad enough for such a crime," said Chet ruefully. "What did you make such a break for, Ted? I thought I'd brought you up better."
"Gee, Billie, do you see what you've let me in for?" said Ted miserably, but Billie only regarded him with laughing eyes while Laura and Violet seemed to be enjoying the situation immensely.
"I don't see what I did," Billie replied innocently. "I thought I was paying you boys a compliment by saying that you could cook well."
"But we can't," cried Ferd, seizing the opportunity eagerly. "Gee, Billie, you couldn't eat the awful messes we make. Why, you're a good cook—"