“But I haven’t your—your powers of description and—er—persuasion, old-timer.”
“Nothing doing,” replied Ned implacably. “I’ll go with you and help out, but it’s your idea, and you’ve got to spring it.”
“Yes, Laurie,” agreed Polly, “I think you can explain it more clearly than Ned can, because you’ve thought it all out so wonderfully. But we’ll all go with you, of course.”
“All right,” assented Laurie. “Let’s go and get it over with. I dare say she won’t listen to it, though.”
“You can’t tell,” said Polly. “Miss Comfort is awfully—well, courageous, Laurie, and she thinks you’re so wonderful that—”
“Huh,” muttered Ned. “Wonder where she got that notion.”
“Compared to the poor-farm,” declared Mae, “I think the Pequot Queen is a perfect paradise!”
“Well, you just mention that to Miss Comfort, will you?” requested Laurie gloomily as they started back.
“Guess there’s another thing we haven’t considered,” said Bob thoughtfully.