“Do you s’pose they’ll come round?”
“Don’t know—but say, boys, don’t let on before Mother that any thing’s up. And see that you keep mighty still, Jane Morton!” he admonished.
Chicken Little who had followed the boys upstairs unperceived and stood listening, round-eyed, was indignant.
“I don’t know what you are talking about so how can I tell?”
“So much the better—now run along, don’t bother, we’re busy.”
“But Mother said I could help you make candy and——”
“Hush,” said Sherm, “I believe I heard somebody outside on the gravel.”
The boys turned out the gas and tiptoeing to the window, peered cautiously out.
“It is—sure’s you’re born. I bet it’s Mike and Pat!” said Carol.
“There’s somebody else over by that tree!”