Virginia had turned questioningly to the listening Vigilantes.
“Let’s!” said Mary.
“Oh, do let’s!” cried Priscilla.
“Of course,” faltered Vivian, insuperably buoyed up by company.
“All right,” said Jean MacDonald as she turned Robert Bruce toward the road. “It’s settled then! There’s plenty of butter and milk in the creek-refrigerator—I left them there—and lots of fish in the creek. You’ll have to rustle your own wood, I guess. Help yourselves to everything! Good-by!”
William, who was working among his flowers, had waited only for Aunt Nan’s approval. Now that it had come, he was off to saddle the horses, while the excited Vigilantes flew to get into their riding-clothes.
“I’m so glad you dared to suggest it, Virginia,” 91 said Priscilla, struggling with her boot lacings. “I thought of it, too—that’s what I meant by nudging you—but, of course, I wouldn’t have liked to propose it. In the two weeks I’ve been here, I’ve had the best time I ever had in my life, and I really believe this is going to be the best of all.”
“I suppose,” observed Virginia, “that the boys will be more or less disappointed because we won’t be here to go on the gopher hunt, but we can shoot dozens of gophers any day.”
“Of course,” returned Vivian, who had never shot one in her life.
“Of course,” echoed Mary, who was in the same class with Vivian.