"Now take your time, girls," warned Miss Elting. "We will not gulp our
food down, even if we have a walk before us this afternoon. And we may
have to sleep out-of-doors, but it will not have been the first time
for the Meadow-Brook Girls."
"Ith thith the thurprithe that you were going to give us?" asked Tommy
innocently.
"It is a surprise to me, dear. This isn't the place I thought it was
at all. The joke is that I don't know where the right place is."
"Perhaps, if you would tell us where you wish to go, we might be of
some assistance to you," suggested Jane McCarthy.
"You can't get the secret from me, Jane," answered the guardian
smilingly. "I am going to keep that little secret to myself at all
costs. Don't tease me, for I shall not tell you."
"It hath cotht a good deal already," piped Tommy. "Let me thee. It
hath cotht one automobile, theveral thkirtth, and a girl drowned.
Thome cotht that, eh? Pleathe path the beanth."
"Tommy has a keen appetite for beans this afternoon. Will you please
open another can, Jane?" asked the guardian.
"Certainly. Will you have them cold this time, Tommy?"
"I will not, thank you. My father thayth there ith more real
nourithhment in beanth than there ith in beeftheak.
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