“Not’s I heard. One of ’em was pulling a merry jest. His idea of a joke, I s’pose. He was throwing cold water on the ones that weren’t up.”
“Gee, I’d have killed him!” the doctor said. “Maybe they’ll be gone by night. Well, what shall we do today? I don’t feel like going down to the lake again till the trail is open. It will be done by tonight.”
“Let’s climb Garfield!”
“Good,” said Mr. Stone. “I’d like to get a movie of you all up on that snow cap against the sky.”
“And I’m going to gather all the kinds of wild flowers I can, and identify ’em from those mounted specimens in the hotel,” said Spider. “Might’s well do some work for a botany honor medal, too.”
Bennie was looking up in the tree as Spider spoke.
“Look,” he said, “who’s your friend?”
“Who are your friends, you mean,” added Uncle Billy, also looking up.
Two large birds, fat and sleek, with gray and black plumage were hopping nearer and nearer to the tents, apparently much excited.
“Hello!” cried Spider. “They are new ones on me. Say, aren’t they tame!”