"Now, nurse, what is it?" cried Quillie and Fred and Will and Artie, as they rushed from the deck of their odd craft, and after a hasty brushing, and a dip into the clear spring water, they made their way to the breakfast table.
"Yes, nurse chérie," echoed gypsy Julie, "please be so good as to inform—describe— Oh, what is the word?"
"Tell, tell—that is the word, little Frenchie," said Fred.
"Thanks, monsieur," said Julie, gravely.
Quillie whispered softly to Fred that his manner was rude, whereupon Fred, with a nonsensical bow, turned to Julie.
"My sister 'informs, describes' me as rude; am I?"
"A little, I think," said Julie; but she turned eagerly to hear what nurse had to say.
"Mr. Brown says that he will bring in his first load of hay to-day, and as many as choose can go to the 'Look-out' field and help him, and afterward he will give you all a ride."
"Splendid!" "Glorious!" said the boys.
"Won't it be nice?" said Quillie to Julie.