“Let us go to the long tent, over there,” said Allerton, with eager patronage. “I’ll show you the big birthday cake and the tables all laid with favors and things. If we go in the back way no one will see us.”
Doris was not sure they were doing right to peep at the tables in advance, but as none of the others hesitated to follow her brother she decided to trail along after them.
It was, indeed, a pretty sight, and the Darings were awe-struck.
“When do we feed?” asked Don, hungrily.
“The collation is at half past six, I believe.”
“The what?”
“The collation.”
“Can’t you speak United States?” asked Don, indignantly; “or are you trying to poke fun at me?”
“If you are too ignorant to understand simple language,” retorted Allerton angrily, “you become an object of derision.”
Don glared at him.