Miss Elting, Crazy Jane has
beaten us all; you see if she hasn't. Hoo-e-e-e!"
"Jane! Oh, Jane! Did you find something?" cried Tommy, in a shrill,
high-pitched voice that Margery declared might have been heard a mile
away. "What did you find?"
"Did I find thomething?" mimicked Jane. "Does Crazy Jane McCarthy ever
fail to get what she goes after? Yes, I did find something; something,
too, that will make you girls open your eyes. And you too, Mr. Grubb!
Sh-h-! Not a word," she warned dramatically. "Come over by the
campfire, where we can see, and I'll show you all----"
"Thomething," finished Tommy Thompson.
"Yes, 'thomething,'" answered Jane with a nod, then hurried toward the
camp. Her companions raced after her, Janus Grubb bringing up the rear
in long strides, the fingers of one hand clutched in his abundant
whiskers. Jim stood gazing after them, his underjaw drooping. Jim
hadn't yet quite come to an understanding of this most unusual company.
He stood there wondering until the girls had passed out of his sight,
after which the driver, with hands thrust deep in his pockets, walked
slowly campward, trying to make up his mind what had happened.
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