"Father doesn't have to tell me every move to make," said Alec. "Don't you know we have a farm to build up?"
"Of course I know," Cindy said. "But do we have to spend every single second building it?"
"We do until it's ready. Right now we need a corral for the mules and Sunshine. I'm going to start cutting fence posts."
"But it will take such a very little while to reach the cave."
"How long?" Alec demanded.
"Oh," Cindy said lightly, "somewhat more than fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes there, fifteen back. I can do a lot of work in half an hour."
Cindy gave Alec his biscuits and bacon and lost herself in thought. Ever since yesterday afternoon, when the two youngsters had returned to the homestead, she had been scheming to get Alec out to the cave for a game of Indians. Alec was equally determined to stay home and work. Cindy set her jaw. The faint-hearted never got what they wanted. She fired another round.
"You know, Alec, I think it's a genuine Indian cave."
"Really? Gosh now!" Alec stifled his flash of interest. "No, sis. The work comes first."