“Now who is interrupting?” asked Tavia. “Where is the ‘bouncer’ this time?”
“Bouncing!” replied Nat, suiting his words to queer antics that greatly amused Urania.
“You have lots of fun—don’t you?” she ventured aside to Dorothy, while a wistful look came into her dark face.
“Sometimes,” replied Dorothy kindly. “Don’t you ever have any fun?”
“Nope, fun ain’t for poor folks.”
“But where were you, Urania, when we were getting the things out of the cave?” asked Tavia, determined to hear all of the story.
“Eatin’ water cress over by the big tree. I saw you was gettin’ along all right, so I didn’t see any need to mix in.”
“Which reminds me,” said Dorothy, “that it must be lunch time. I’m famished. Urania, you must stay to lunch. You have worked hard this morning, and you are up since—”
“Since last night,” finished the girl, “I didn’t bother turnin’ in! I’m goin’ to quit the camp—this time for good.”
“Well, let us eat first and quit after,” said Nat, as a maid appeared on the porch to call them to luncheon. “Come along, Urania. You are entitled to the best there is. Take plenty of it—you’re welcome.”