“You certainly did!”
“Now will you be good?” laughed Walter.
“We girls need more room anyhow,” was the opinion of Bess, calmly given.
“Nothing more to say,” declared Ed, sententiously. “I know how many dresses each of you is going to take now. Slay on, Macbeth!” and he closed his eyes resignedly.
“Everything will be ready for us at the bungalows,” went on Cora. “Aunt Susan has promised to see to that.”
“How about–er–grub–not to put too fine a point upon it?” asked Jack.
“The refreshments will be there,” Cora answered, pointedly.
“Oh my! Listen to that!” mocked Ed.
“We’ll have to put on our glad rags for dinner every night, fellows–notice that–I said dinner! Ahem!”
“Please be quiet!” begged Cora. “Now we’re at the bungalows,” and she consulted her list.