"Why, yes," said the hapless Bi. "I did, of course, but—"
"Then don't you ever dare to speak to me again, you hateful boy."
And with this farewell, Marion Genevieve Chester flounced angrily back to the picnickers, leaving Bi and the pail by the side of the fence.
How Clarence Prissler Interviewed the Scouts to Learn Their Views on Educational Matters
It was the shouts of laughter that drew Molly to the bit of sandy beach near the boat landing. Lunch was ready, and she crossed over to let the jolly ones know about the coming meal.
There were three principal actors and two spectators in the group. Specs, Jump and little Prissler stood in line on the sand, while Bob Kiproy and Jim Collins, stretched at full length, were doing most of the laughing. Around Prissler's waist circled a sort of rope harness, with a dangling line on each side. These ends, at the moment when the boy began his somersault in the air, were grasped by Jump and Specs.
"I'm not going to try it again," whined Clarence Prissier. "I'm not going to; that's all there is to it."
"Oh, you're coming along in fine style," said Jump comfortably. "Never mind those fellows. Just try it once more."
"Go on," Specs commanded. "We're waiting."
"Yes, try it again, Prissy," said Kiproy feebly, between shrieks of laughter.