"You've got the right idea," Roy commended.
"Which?" she asked, with uplifted eyebrows. "I suggested three things."
"The last of course," he answered, plucking a piece of long grass and beginning to chew the end of it. "I don't know what you put in that plum pudding, but it has made me everlastingly sleepy. I'd like to take a nice long nap;" and a prodigious yawn gave truth to his words.
"How interesting," Grace mocked. "Mrs. Irving warned Mollie that it might have such an effect—in fact, she said it was too hearty for hot weather. Behold we have the proof of her words."
"For goodness' sake, Roy, brace up!" cried Will, in a stage whisper. "Can't you see what you are doing? If you keep this up they won't give us any more. Brace up!"
Seeing the wisdom of this, Roy did his best to "brace up," but the girls only laughed at him.
"We are sleepy, too," Amy confessed, "so we won't tell. Besides, don't you suppose we like plum pudding?"
"Good!" said Roy, leaning back against the tree with a relieved sigh. "Now we can act naturally."
However, the Outdoor Girls and their boy chums were too active to remain quiet long, even after plum pudding. Allen was the first to become restless, and the others soon caught it from him. He rose, went through some gymnastic exercises, then looked about him curiously. "I wonder if there are any more places like this hereabout?" he said. "Does anybody want to take a little tramp and find out? You look about as energetic as a bunch of turtles. Come on, let's do something."
"Why do something when we can get lots more fun out of doing nothing?" asked Roy lazily. "What wouldst have us do?"