The boys set up a shout as, returning from attending to the aeroplanes,
they beheld the inviting table.
"This beats camping out by ourselves," declared Roy, "girls, we're glad
we brought you."
"Thank you for the compliment," laughed Jess. "I suppose you mean that
you are glad _we_ brought all this."
She waved her hand at the "spread" dramatically.
"Both," rejoined Jimsy, throwing himself on the grass. By this time
Jake's kettle was bubbling merrily, and soon the refreshing aroma of
Miss Prescott's own particular kind of tea was in the air. The boys
preferred to try the water from the brook, despite Jake's dire hints at
typhoid and other germs holding a convention in it. It was sweet and
cool, and the girls voted it as good as ice-cream soda.
"At any rate as we can't get any we might as well pretend it is,"
declared Bess.
So the meal passed merrily. After it had been concluded, amid gay
chatter and fun, Peggy proposed an excursion to the woods for wild
flowers which grew in great profusion on the opposite side of the
stream.
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