“All right, the very thing.”
At dinner the boys were rather surprised to find that the young ladies had dropped the subject of the bread. They were inclined to take it up again, but nobody seemed interested. Ernest was a little vexed to have his father say before them all: “It will be all right about Sherm’s riding the bay, only don’t stay out late, boys.”
The girls went upstairs soon after dinner and there was much giggling from their room for the next two hours.
“Where ever can we put the clothes where they can’t find them? They make such a big bundle.”
“O Chicken Little, I’ve thought of something that will be better than hiding!” Katy’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she unfolded her scheme. “Let’s hurry and fix a cord.”
“There’s a hook there already we can use. Mother had a hanging basket outside the window one summer.”
“We can pretend to take a walk,” added Katy.
“Pshaw, I want to hear them–it will be half the fun,” Gertie objected.
“I said pretend–we will sneak back through the orchard. Of course, we’d have to be here to do it, Goosie.”
171That night Mrs. Morton had an early supper at the request of the boys. Immediately after, they armed themselves with sundry pitchers of hot water and retired upstairs. The girls also disappeared.