“And angel cake!” added Grace.
So it went along the table, each Scout acknowledging her particular gift with a special exclamation.
There was so much to talk about. And what a buzz and hum of voices surprised the little wood creatures! Not even the pet bunny ventured out from his hollow stump while all that party talked and talked.
“If only we could have company?” proposed Julia. “I mean overnight company.”
“Perhaps we can,” whispered Cleo.
“Where would they sleep?” Grace queried.
“We have hammocks, and maybe we could make room between the cots, by pushing them up together.”
“Oh, Cleo,” Grace broke out. “How could we make room between the cots unless you mean to put someone on the floor?” and she howled at the idea.
“Of course, I don’t mean that,” protested Cleo, between her cake bites. “I mean to tie two cots together and put blankets between the edges, I mean over the edges. There would be room for Helen in that space.”
“But fancy Izzy sleeping on the rail!” Grace was bound to ridicule the idea.