“Just as Miss Miller says,” replied Fred, looking at the Guide.
“Miss Miller says cook the whole supper if you like, then we can take a swim. You boys have had your dip, you know,” laughed she.
“Now, how did you know that? We boys said we wouldn’t let you know it!” cried Bob.
“Really, you are uncanny, Miss Miller,” added Fred.
“Anyone could tell Bob had been in, from his damp curly pate, and Billy still has the brine sticking up about his scalp. If I should need any further evidence I might say that one of the younger boys put on Fred’s socks by mistake, or else he made a blunder when he mentioned his size to the clerk who sold them,” said the Guide, smiling.
Everyone glanced at Billy’s feet, and lo! the socks were hanging loosely down over his shoes, several sizes too large for him, while Fred’s turned-up white trousers showed socks so tight that they stopped the circulation at the top, but the tops only reached to the place where his shoes ended.
A peal of laughter rang out and echoed through the woods at the sight the three surprised boys made, and Zan said:
“Just for that, you have to cook supper while we take a dip!”
“We’re game. Not because we took a swim before we got here, but because you’ve got such an all-round fine clairvoyant!” laughed Fred, looking at Miss Miller with admiration.
“Shall we wait supper for Fiji and Jack?” asked Bob.