“That yard has a lot of rubbish,” Chips said quickly. “It would take more than a few hours—maybe half a day.”
“And we’re pretty busy soliciting for the church campaign,” added Red. “Not to mention our plans for the Round Table jamboree.”
“It was just a suggestion,” Brad shrugged. “Only I thought the widow seems to need help.”
“I’d like to do it,” offered Dan. “I could spare a Saturday afternoon.”
“So could I,” volunteered Fred. “How about you, Midge?”
“Count me in. While we’re clearing away the trash, we might find some things we could use for knight’s armor. I noticed a lot of old tin and metal lying around. Also some wheels and things.”
“Let’s make it Saturday then,” proposed Brad. “If Red and Chips can’t come, why that’s all right.”
“Oh, I can make it, I guess,” Red back-tracked.
Chips, not to be left out on any Den affair, said he would be on hand too.
The Cubs had spent more time than they had intended exploring the countryside. With a glance at his watch, Mr. Hatfield warned that they would have to walk briskly if they were to reach home in time for supper.