“Listen to him!” mocked Bess.
As Mr. Floyd and his wife had to go to one of the more distant bungalows, to see about some repairs, and as they would be gone most of the day, Cora and her chums agreed to be the housekeepers and to let the boys share the lunch with them.
“Which isn’t such a concession after all,” Jack said, “seeing as how we caught the fish.”
“I caught one myself,” Cora declared.
“With Paul’s pole, so that doesn’t count,” retorted her brother quickly.
They had a jolly time at lunch and spent the afternoon roaming about the mountainside. The girls took pictures of the fall, which was really a beauty-spot, and some of the prints were afterward enlarged, and they made most charming pictures.
“There’s the hotel,” said Paul, as they came out on a ledge of rock, and looked down in a valley. “That’s where I’m going to have some tango tea.”
“To-night?” asked Jack. “I’m with you if you go.”
“Count me in,” added Walter. “I haven’t had a good dance, not since——”
“The one with me,” cut in Cora, for she and Walter were good partners.