“Yes,” said Phoena; “though I’m sorry for Gaston’s disappointment, I’m glad he didn’t go with them.”
“I wish they hadn’t taken Hubert,” said Faith.
“I don’t,” said Marygold, like a cunning little woman, “ ’cause I expect Hubert will tell us all about it when they come back, and the others wouldn’t.”
But Marygold was somewhat disappointed.
Hubert had been bound over to secrecy, and consequently his reticence as to the affairs of the meeting—at this early stage of the proceedings at any rate—was not to be shaken.
“Nuffin very important was to happen till to-morrow evening,” was all he could be coaxed into divulging.
“I’m going to start a kind of diary,” announced Phoena at breakfast next morning, “where I shall enter everything grand that anyone does in the day. It’ll make it easier to settle up at the end, you know.”
“Capital notion,” said several voices.
“I expect you’ll have a not half bad entry for to-night,” said Jack, mysteriously, upon which all the boys chuckled meaningly; and, to judge from their long absences during the day, and their very pre-occupied airs during meals and on all other public occasions, it was clear that something was brewing.
“I guess,” said Di, “that at last they’ve found a wasps’ nest, and are going to blow it up; that’s why they are in such a hurry for tea.”