But a few yards along the way she heard Peggy’s and Ralph’s voices and waited for them to come up to her.
They were walking in single file and also leading their burros.
Peggy was in front. When Mrs. Burton caught sight of her, Peggy’s eyes were shining and her cheeks glowing with color after a fashion they had when she was especially happy or excited.
She passed the bridle of her burro to Ralph.
“Take him to Mr. Simpson along with your’s, won’t you, Ralph, please, and then come on to camp?” she asked.
Then she slid her arm into her aunt’s.
“Don’t be cross, Tante; you look dreadfully severe,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek against Mrs. Burton’s shoulder in a funny, boyish way she had had ever since she was a tiny girl. “I know we are late, but Ralph and I have had an adventure since the others left. We did not intend to be so long in returning.”
CHAPTER VIII
Possibilities
“It really was exciting for a few moments, Billy. I do wish you had been with us; you would have known better what to do and say to the men!” Peggy Webster exclaimed.
Sitting bolt upright, Billy Webster was actually looking animated—his eyes and color bright with a peculiar transparency.