It didn't hold in the tree."
Dicky was delighted with his new toy and went off to test its power,
followed by Elisabeth of Belgium, Sheila, Luigi and Pietro Paterno,
Olga Peterson and Vasili and Vladimir Vereshchagin. The romper-clad
band stirred the amused smiles of the elders watching them.
"They certainly are the cunningest little dinks that ever happened!"
cried Ethel Brown, establishing herself comfortably to help make small
bows and arrows for the rest of the flock.
The girls as well as the boys of the United Service Club knew how to
use a jacknife and the diminutive weapons of the chase were soon ready.
The Ethels were hunting through the luncheon basket for string when a
howl from the other side of the field made them drop what was in their
hands and rush toward the trees where the children were playing. The
mothers followed them, Mrs. Paterno and Mrs. Vereshchagin in the lead.
"I certainly hope it's not the little Paterno," said Ethel Blue
breathlessly to Ethel Brown as they ran. "Mrs. Paterno never will
forgive Dicky if he's got him into trouble again."
They concluded when they came in sight of the group of children that
the Italian woman had run from nervousness and the Russian because she
recognized the voice of her offspring, for it was Vladimir whose yells
were resounding through the air.
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