“Why, it means something like ‘the happiness of doing nothing,’ I believe,” explained Jack.
“It seems to make a hit with you,” remarked Belle.
“It does,” admitted Jack brazenly.
“I declare, you boys are like so many stuffed anacondas stretched out there,” observed Bess.
“We’re members of the Amalgamated Order of the Sons of Rest,” said Walter.
“Come along, Belle,” said Bess, rising. “If we stay here much longer we’ll grow to be as lazy as they are. Let’s go and find Cora. She’s the only real live wire in the whole party.”
“You do yourselves an injustice,” Jack called after them.
The girls went off in the direction that Cora had taken, keeping a sharp lookout as they went along.
“It’s queer that she hasn’t come back of her own accord by this time,” remarked Belle.
“She’s probably gathering flowers,” replied Bess. “There are so many beautiful varieties around here.” But Belle grew more uneasy every second.