“I felt like doing something desperate,” replied Corene. “I never in all my life saw such nerve.”
“Do you think they were really fooling about wanting to come to camp?” queried Julia.
“They would be glad enough to come indeed if they saw any chance,” declared Margaret, promptly.
“Can you imagine Buzz and Fuss in our uniforms?” Grace went into perfect kinks at the idea.
“They would love them,” drawled Julia, imitating the tone of voice used by the strangers.
“And wouldn’t they look cute in the kilties?” mocked Madaline.
“With the green silk stockings and all!” howled Cleo.
Only the approach of Miss Mackin saved the Bobbies from wilder expression of joy—joy that the callers had gone, and joy for the trail of humor they left behind.
Her arms filled with iron weed and late daisies, Mackey looked very pretty as she came along through the soft green setting, so different from the last figures that travelled the same path.
The girls ran to meet her and eagerly told the exciting story.