“Mercy no! Don’t let them in!” cried Bess, beating a precipitate retreat.
“We—are—coming!” chanted Walter.
“Stay out a minute,” ordered Cora. “Don’t be afraid, the door’s locked,” she added to her companions. “We’ve just finished,” she went on in louder tones. “Hurry with your breakfasts, and then prepare to give us a good time.”
“Your majesty’s wishes shall be obeyed,” declared Paul, and as the girls went upstairs to put on more conventional garments, the boys hurried in, bubbling over with good spirits, greeting Mrs. Floyd effusively, and preparing to devour everything in sight, which not very remarkable feat (for them) they nearly accomplished.
“Did that waterfall bother you?” asked Jack, of his chums.
“Kept me awake a little,” admitted Walter. “Sounded a bit like the surf at first, and I dreamed I was down at Crystal Bay again.”
“We sure had a swell time down there,” said Jack.
“I like the mountains better,” confessed Paul. “This place suits me.”
“It will be all right,” Jack said. “Now then, let’s see what’s doing.”
“Fishing for mine,” declared Walter. “That pool below the fall looks good to me.”