“My, they are thick!” said Alice. “Cover up the cake, Chicken Little.”
“What shall we do now?” inquired Carol relaxing after the hard labor of eating three pieces of chicken, two hard-boiled eggs, a generous wedge of pie, and two chunks of cake.
“Do?—I should think you’d need a rest, Carol,” Alice replied slyly. She had been mentally thanking her stars she didn’t have to cook for Carol very often.
“I say we hunt that old cave,” suggested Sherm.
“Huh, Frank says he used to hunt for that confounded old cave when he was a boy till he wore out enough shoe leather to have one dug.”
“I don’t care—my father says there used to be one somewhere along here, but he guesses the mouth must have got covered up when Duck Creek changed its course. You know the creek used to flow on the other side of the island there. But when they had that tarnation big freshet about twenty years ago, it cut through this side too and made the island.”
“Yes, I remember hearing my father tell about that flood—it was before the war,” said Alice with interest. “A lot of people got drowned and they say some of the Seventh Day Adventists thought the end of the world had come.”
“Maybe the cave got washed out,” hazarded Carol who was beginning to feel that Alice’s advice to rest sounded good. He felt sleepy.
“Couldn’t have—Father said it was quite a ways up the bank. Said he explored it once when he was a boy. He talks about coming out to hunt for it himself, but he won’t,” explained Sherm.
“There’s a lot about a big cave in Kentucky in our Geography,” put in Katy who hated to be left out of anything.