“Hooray! hooray!
Out for the day!”
sang, or rather yelled, Junkie, as he approached.
“Ramble and roam—
Never go home!”
added Archie, setting down his camera, and beginning to arrange it.
“All of us must
Eat till we bust!
“Junkie teached me zat,” said innocent Flo, with a look of grave surprise at the peals of laughter which her couplet drew from her brothers.
“Yes, that’s what we’re goin’ to do,” said Junkie; “we’ve had lunch at the foot of Eagle Glen, and noo we are going up to Glen Orrack to dine, and fish, an’ paint, an’ botanise. After that we’ll cross over the Swan’s Neck, an’ finish off the bustin’ business with supper on the sea-shore. Lots of grub left yet, you see.”
He swung round his little wallet as he spoke, and held it up to view.
“Would you like some, Cousin Milly?” asked Eddie, opening his bag. “All sorts here. Bread, cheese, ginger snaps, biscuits, jam— Oh! I say, the jam-pot’s broken! Whatever shall we do?”
He dipped his fingers into his wallet as he spoke, and brought them out magenta!