“We are so ashamed to be late but we almost slept our heads off,” they apologized. “Now let us help!”
“All right, set the table and skim the milk and get the butter out of the dairy.” The dairy was a cave dug in the side of the mountain where all their food was kept cool in summer and warm in winter. “We shall breakfast on the porch.”
The girls made all haste and set the table with great care.
“Let’s get him to tell us all about himself this morning,” whispered Lucy. “I’m dying to hear about him. Isn’t he romantic?”
“I’m crazy about him. Don’t you reckon he’ll go to the camp with us? Nan would be wild over him.”
“Yes, but he’s ours. We certainly found him.”
“You sound like Tom Tit,” laughed Lil.
“I hope the people at the camp won’t laugh at poor Tom Tit,” said Lucy. “If we could only get there a little ahead and prepare them for his pink pants.”
She need not have worried, as the wise Mr. McRae knew how to manage Tom Tit so that he discarded his pink pants when he was to go among strangers.
“Now, Tom Tit, we must hurry with all of our duties so we can make an early start to walk home with our guests; and we must put on our corduroys for such a long tramp, as the brambles might tear your lovely new trousers.”