“What a perfectly dear nook!” exclaimed the shorter girl. Her remark almost gave Louise a spasm of some kind, for she choked, and coughed, and finally ran off to get a drink.
“And do you stay here all the time?” asked the girl with the long black earrings.
“We’re camping,” replied Corene. At the moment everyone wished Mackey had not gone hunting new wild flowers.
“How perfectly lovely!” gasped Number One.
This threatened a spasm to Julia, but she kept her eyes on the sweater she started the year before, and thus offset serious consequences.
“We are at the Fayette,” volunteered Number Two, “and we perfectly hate it.” She dropped down on the grass and propped her useless parasol over her head in an obvious pose. The other followed suit. “I wish we might camp for a while, don’t you, Buzz?”
The name brought Madaline out from the tent with a laugh in her eyes, but she closed the “door” after her, and carefully arranged the curtains.
“Buzz!” she whispered to Cleo.
“Could you possibly take us in?” asked the other caller.
This surprising question almost precipitated something worse than a choking spell all around. After the way those bold girls ran the Scouts out of the lake with their old yellow boat!