“Not quite so bad as that,” he answered, laying down some brown-paper-wrapped bundles.
“Never mind how he is, what about the eats?” asked Jack.
“You are heartless,” said Hazel, and then she wished she had not spoken, for Jack flashed a look at her, and whispered:
“Can you blame me for being heart-less where you are?”
“Oh, oh!” she murmured.
“Found a store about half a mile down the—well, I wouldn’t call it a road,” and Walter looked at his mud-splashed feet. “Say, rather, down the swamp. Found a store there, and I got a few things.”
“I should say you did!” exclaimed Bess, who, with Belle, had opened the packages. “This will be fine,” for Walter had purchased jellies, jams, some tinned meat, bacon, eggs and enough canned food, together with some rather doubtful oranges, to make a substantial meal.
“That looks good to me!” declared Jack, while Walter divested himself of his rubbers, and put the umbrella where it would not flood the cabin.
“Oh, and even olives!” gasped Hazel.
“Olives for Olivia,” crooned Walter. “Say, Jack, s’pose those overalls you went bathing in would be dry enough for me?”