"She had so much other candy she couldn't carry marshmallows," interrupted Betty.
Grace threw a wisp of seaweed at her chum, but the Little Captain easily dodged it.
"I wonder if Percy will really come for us in the car?" asked Amy, after a pause.
"Do you want him to?" asked Betty, with a smile.
"I? No, indeed!" and Amy's face was suffused with a blush.
"Oh, well, don't get fussy about it," mocked Mollie. "We don't want him, either."
"He'd have trouble running his car through this sand," Grace said. "It's awfully deep and dry. Let's stop. When are we going to eat?"
"Eat?" cried Mollie.
"Eat?" echoed Amy. "Why we just had breakfast!"
"Eat?" spoke Betty, in a tone characterized as "dull and hopeless," in stories. "Why, Grace Ford, if you have done anything else but eat—candy—ever since we started on this picnic, I'd like to know it!"