“Well, now that we’re here——”
“Because we’re here,” Walter interrupted Cora, in the words of the foolish song. “Excuse me,” he added, as he caught her look, “I didn’t mean anything special.”
“Now that we’re here,” Cora resumed, “hadn’t we better——”
“See to the eats,” broke in Paul. “No offense, loidy!” he hastened to add, imitating a tramp, “but wees would loik a bit of a bite——”
“Speaking of bites,” laughed Jack, “some fish wouldn’t go half bad.”
“Will you be quiet!” commanded Cora. “I want to say something!”
“Say on!” urged Jack. “Now that we are here, as snug as a rug in a bug——”
Cora reached for something, she was not just sure what, and Jack, knowing that his sister had a straighter aim than have most girls, cried:
“Don’t shoot, Davy Crockett, I’ll come down.”
“You’d better,” Cora said, laughing in spite of herself. “Now that we are here——”