"I merely stated that there are times when I feel the pangs of hunger." "Stop squabbling," said Jessica, "and let's lay some plans." "Where shall we lay them ?" innocently asked Hippy.
"Nowhere, if you're not good," said Nora eyeing him severely.
Then an animated discussion began, and the following Saturday was agreed upon, the weather permitting, as the best time to go.
Saturday turned out fair, and by nine o'clock the entire party were monopolizing the Harlowe's veranda.
"Well, are we all ready ?" said Tom Gray, as he glanced at his watch.
"Everybody scramble.

One, two, three, walk." Eight highly excited boys and girls accompanied by Miss Edith O'Malley, hustled down the steps, waving good-bye to Mrs.Harlowe as she stood on the veranda and watched them out of sight.
The lunch had been divided into four packages and each boy strapped a package to his shoulder.

Grace wore a little knapsack fitted to her back with two cross straps.

"There's nothing in it but some walnut fudge that I made last night, but I couldn't resist wearing it.

It belonged to my grandfather," she confided to the girls when they had exclaimed over it.
"My, but it's great to be here," said Tom Gray to Grace as they entered Upton Wood.