“Did the mothers have anything to do with it?” pressed Grace.
“Or headquarters?” went on Julia.
“Well,” evaded Mackey. “I came, I saw and I conquered. So why worry?” and the Bobbies were obliged to be satisfied with that reply.
“Has anyone seen Peg, lately?” was the next question. It came from Cleo.
“‘Has anybody here seen Kelly,’” chirped Grace, falling into the funny old tune. “‘Kelly with the gre—heen necktie!’” she persisted, in spite of a shower of leaves and twigs that struck at her defiant head.
“We can’t call this rest,” remonstrated Mackey. “Julia, I wouldn’t pull up those little roots, you will have mud puddles there if it should rain to-night.”
“Oh, that’s so!” exclaimed Julia. “How will we arrange when the rain comes? What about my fire?”
“We will have to use up some of the dry boxes,” suggested Madaline.
“Or get an oil stove,” proposed Margaret.
“Or we could make a shack—build one over our camp kettle,” added Cleo.