“You seem to know just exactly what he’ll do and say,” her brother laughed.
“Who was Will Daggett?” Tom asked by way of generalizing the conversation.
“He was a young gentleman,” said Audry. “And he kept the accounts and stayed in the cottage with us. He went home to prepare for college.”
“He failed to pass last year—g’long, Flossie,” said her brother disinterestedly.
“You’ll see,” said the girl mysteriously, and evidently addressing Tom who was standing behind them holding the back of the seat. “You’ll see for yourself. You’ll be a martyr for living in the cottage.”
“Well I don’t think I’d like that,” Tom said. “Maybe it would be better if I bunked in with the gang; maybe we’d all work better together that way. Especially as I guess most of them are older than I am. Gee, I don’t want them to think I’m a boss.”
“You may be right about that,” said Ferris.
“Then why don’t we all eat with them?” Audry asked.
“Because we’re not in such close touch with them as Mr. Slade will be. He expects to work too.”
“You bet,” said Tom. “Of course I never really bossed a job; at camp I’m a sort of a boss over the kids, I suppose you might say, and I mix up with them, eat with them and all that.”