"Hello yourself!" she called back, laughingly.

"Come in and have some, won't you ?" "No, thank you," he answered.

"You are too generous.

But I say, Lloyd, let down a basket or something, won't you?
I've got a surprise here for you all." "Take the scrap-basket, Betty," said Lloyd, excitedly pointing to a fancy little basket made of braided sweet grass, and tied with many bows.

"My skipping-rope is in the closet.