“Oh, yes, I just choked,” replied Louise, “and went for a drink.”
“A drink!” repeated the Buzzer. “Oh, could we have a lovely, cool drink? We are so warm from walking.”
What could the Bobbies do?
“Certainly,” said Julia. “I’ll fetch it.”
“I’ll help you,” offered Cleo, glad to escape for a moment.
A brand new tin pie pan with two glasses of spring water was fetched. There was no doily, either paper or otherwise, although the usual tray was so covered.
The strangers drank heartily, however, and it seemed now they surely must go. But they didn’t.
“And you couldn’t take us for just a teeny-weeny while?” cooed Fuss.
“Oh, if you only could, we would be so good! We would do all the work—do you have to do all the work?” came another silly question.
“We don’t have to but we choose to,” snapped Corene again. Her companions seemed to have no pity, for rarely did one of them offer to help her out. Why didn’t Mackey come and rescue them? Each was wondering.