“Isn’t it though!” and the two looked knowingly at each other.
“There’s going to be something to eat,” Marjorie added.
“A candy pulling, I bet,” cried Tom.
“No indeed!” they both cried.
After carrying this on for half an hour and goading Tom to the point of desperation, Marjorie said, “If you’ll promise honest truly you won’t tell you can come over to-morrow and maybe we’ll let you into it.”
“Truly I won’t tell,” Tom promised, brightening.
“Do you think you’d let him into it Caro? He might spoil it.”
“Oh I guess so,” Caro replied, and they ran off leaving him alone with his curiosity.
All this mystery added not a little to the delights of the picnic next day in the Grayson garden, and certainly for its size there was never a merrier one.
Tom was a little uncomfortable at first, for Marjorie’s dark hints about the garden had impressed him deeply, but he soon recovered from this and helped Thompson make a fire on the very spot where Charlie and Walter had built theirs in days gone by.