"Oh, you found it!" they cried, fixing him with four pairs of bright, incredulous eyes. "Will, where is it?"
"Some of it's here," he went on, pulling a small bag from his pocket and opening it carefully while they crowded around him, fairly smothering him in their eagerness, "and the rest of it's in the pawn shop. We found the tickets on him, though—"
"My watch!"
"My necklace!"
"My lavallière!"
"My pearl brooch!"
These and other exclamations like them made such a babel of sound that the boys clapped their hands over their ears and looked at one another in comic dismay. This lasted so long that the boys had to pick up their caps and start for the door, before the girls consented to notice them.
"Where are you going?" asked Betty, while the other three stopped talking long enough to look surprised.
"We didn't think you'd miss us," said Roy plaintively. "So we were going away from here—that's all."
"Now, who's a flock of geese, I'd like to know," laughed Betty, as they coaxed their neglected swains back to the fire. "We couldn't very well help being excited, could we?"