I rather guess
you've made the big find of the afternoon," and Dicky swelled with
pride as his brother patted him on the shoulder.
When it became time to go home the Ethels offered to take the short cut
to Rosemont and get the rubber tips for the children's arrows.
"If we go across the field and the West Woods we come out not far from
the stationer's, and we can leave the tips up at Rose House on the way
back so they'll be ready for you to put on to-morrow and the youngsters
can have the bows and arrows to play with right off."
"Let me go," begged Dicky.
"All right," agreed Roger. "Be careful when you go over the railroad
track, girls. Mother isn't very keen on having Dicky learn that road,
you know."
They promised to be careful and set forth in the opposite direction
from the rest of the party whom they left putting together the remnants
of the feast and packing away the plates.
It was an interesting walk. They played Indian all the way. Ethel
Blue's imagination had been greatly stimulated by the tale of the
attack on Deerfield and she pretended to see an Indian behind every
tree. Ethel Brown pretended to shoot them all with unerring arrow, and
Dicky charged the bushes in handsome style and routed the enemy with
awful slaughter.
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