"I did wash my face 'fore breakfast," insisted Twaddles indignantly. He thought that should last him a long time.
Bobby, however, was equally insistent, and Dot and Twaddles had to bathe their hands and faces before he would let them share in the contents of the lunch basket. Mother Blossom was used to satisfying four good appetites, and the children ate every crumb she had sent them.
Then they went back to their game, and Twaddles and Dot tried their luck at locating buried treasure.
"Dig here, Bobby!" Twaddles cried. "This place sounds hollow, honest it does."
"You don't tell me!" said another voice, a man's voice. "Why do you suppose that is?"
Twaddles jumped, and Meg turned around, startled.
CHAPTER XIII
A SIGNAL FOR HELP
"Didn't scare you, did I?" said Mr. Harley, walking into the circle and smiling at the perplexed faces.
"We didn't hear you coming," answered Bobby. "Did you row over?"