“Off at last for the Adirondacks!” cried Jack gaily, as he drew in great draughts of the fresh morning air.
“And for Camp Kill Kare!” added Paul.
The girls had started off a little ahead of them, but the boys soon drew alongside and Jack signaled for Cora to stop.
“I would have speech with thee, fair maiden,” he remarked, as his sister obeyed.
“Oh, dear!” exclaimed Cora in pretended vexation. “Here are those rude boys interrupting us just when we were having the loveliest talk.”
“I guess you weren’t talking about anything very important,” replied Jack.
“No,” said Bess, dimpling, “we were talking about you boys.”
“And saying what a lovely thing it was to be all by ourselves for a little while,” put in Belle.
“Girls,” exhorted Walter solemnly, “remember that if there was an Ananias there was also a Sapphira.”
“We’re not so keen on having a stag party ourselves,” explained Jack, “and we thought it would be a dandy thing if one of you girls would come into our car and one of us fellows go to yours. That would make life one grand sweet song.”