“There you go jumping at conclusions again. No, Miss Dean, yesterday is what to-day will be to-morrow.”
The Overlanders groaned.
“Silly!” rebuked Emma, her face rather red.
“Suppose you do something useful, instead of indulging in such silly talk,” suggested Nora.
“Yes, you might fetch the water for supper,” urged Grace.
“I have done my part,” retorted Stacy. “I lighted the fire and I’m all tired out. My heart won’t permit me to do anything more until after supper.”
“Never mind, I’ll fetch it,” said Grace, picking up the water bucket, which Stacy promptly took from her and went for the water, but, sitting down by the spring, he soon forgot himself in contemplation of the scene spread before him in the valley far below.
“Beautiful view off there, isn’t it?” mused the fat boy dreamily.
“Yes, very,” agreed Tom, strolling over to the spring to see what Stacy was doing. “I’ll tell you what to do, Chunky. You take your fill of the scenery while we fill up on food.”
Stacy came to at once, and made haste to fill the water bucket and hurry to the cooks with it.