"We can't all go, that's certain," exclaimed Bess.
"Tell you what we'll do, we'll count out," declared Jess, her eyes
dancing.
"A good idea," hailed the others.
"Roy, you start it; but remember, not more than three can go."
"Why?" inquired Peggy point blank.
"Because we'll have to take the car, and someone must be left to look
after Aunt Sally and the aeroplanes," spoke Roy, falling in with Jimsy's
plans.
"Well, come on and count out," urged Jess.
"Yes, that's it. Let's see who will be it," cried the others.
"Very well, if I can remember the rhyme," responded Roy. "How does it go
anyway?"
"Inte, minte," suggested Jimsy.
"Oh, yes! That's it," responded Roy. "I've got it now. Inte, minte, cute
corn, apple seeds and briar thorn, briar thorn and limber lock, three
geese in a flock, one flew east and one flew west, one flew into a
cuckoo's nest, O-U-T out, with a ragged dish clout, out!" ending with
Bess.
"Sorry for you, Bess!" cried the lad, "but you're the first victim to be
offered up."
"Oh, well, it's too hot to go chasing all over dusty country roads,"
declared Bess bravely, although she would dearly have loved to go on
the adventurous search for the missing aeroplane.
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