“Girl Indians don’t have ’em,” said Bobby flatly.
“Well, they ought to,” declared Meg. “Doesn’t Dot look cunning in her suit?”
“Heap big Injun chief,” announced Bobby, prancing about in his suit.
“Let’s get captives and hide them in the tent,” suggested Meg, who usually did most of the planning for their games.
“Where’ll we get ’em?” asked Bobby doubtfully. “Jud’s bigger than we are.”
“No, we can’t capture Jud,” agreed Meg.
“Wow! wow! Whoop!” shouted Twaddles, tumbling down the steps and giving his best Indian yell as he came.
“Ducks and chickens might be captives,” said Meg slowly, frowning at the interruption of Twaddles.
Ordinarily Meg was a good little girl and not given to mischief, but a spice of naughtiness seemed to be in all the four little Blossoms on this unfortunate day.