"But I won't hurt anything."
Bunny became even sharper. "I've told you already to go home. Run along now. We don't want you here, and you know why. Hurry up!"
Reluctantly and sorrowfully, the boy in the ragged clothes turned and slouched back to the farmhouse.
"Exactly!" said Peter Barrett grimly to himself. "Just what I thought right along. They're snobs. They haven't any use at all for poor folks."
How Buck Claxton Tested the Scouts' Willingness to Co-operate with Outsiders
Five o'clock had come, with the time for serving the lunch brought by the girls still two hours away, when a bright idea dawned on Buck Claxton.
"What do you say to this?" he began enthusiastically to Roundy. "About a quarter of a mile down the road, there is a little store where they sell ice cream. Suppose we all chip in and buy enough for the crowd? It would be a nice thing to do."
Roundy's face assumed a wistful expression, and he nodded his head. "But I—I'm afraid I can't," he declined.
Buck turned to Nap. "How about you?"