“We don’t, but she didn’t,” replied Treble crisply. “But hark to a familiar sound. It calls arise——”
Then began the duties, and in spite of their anxiety to get over to the Nest, the Scouts did succeed in performing their tasks with the usual accuracy and unusual alacrity.
At nine o’clock they were free.
No need to ask what anyone was going to do that morning. Every Girl Scout who had been in “the raid” was ready to run before the day’s orders had been read from the bulletin.
They headed for the Mantons’ cottage.
“Did you ever?”
“No, I never!”
This was a part of the meaningless contribution in words offered as the girls came up to the Nest. They had seen the tableau on the front porch.
“Hello!” called out Nora.
“’Lo, yourself,” sang back Thistle.