The Halford girls were thoroughly frightened and clamored to go home. Alice hesitated.
“I hate not to get some of those grapes after all our trouble. I don’t believe there’s anybody round here now and there hasn’t been a wild animal seen on Duck Creek for years.”
“I could reach those over there if you’d hold me up, Alice,” said Chicken Little.
“Pooh, I can get some by myself,” said Katy reassured by Alice’s words.
“Well, let’s fill this old apron anyhow, it won’t hurt it.” Alice had worn an old apron to protect herself against the muss of the lunch and had forgotten to take it off.
They all set to work, but the apron proved capacious and before it was half loaded, they heard a shrill whistle below them and Carol’s voice calling:
“Hello there—where have you got to?”
An answering call soon brought him to the tree.
“Whew, aren’t they beauties?” he gloated, surprised.
“How’d you find us?” inquired Katy.