Unslinging her heavy pack, she let it fall
to the floor.
"What about supper?" was Janus's first question.
"Yeth, that ith what I thay," approved Tommy. "Buthter would thay tho,
too, only thhe is afraid I'll teathe her about eating."
"Afraid of you!" exclaimed Margery disgustedly. "Well, I guess not."
During this passage at arms Janus was making an industrious hunt for a
frying-pan. He opened one of the packs that had been left behind,
thrust one hand inside, then paused, a look of astonishment on his
honest face, underneath the frown that wrinkled his weather-beaten
forehead. For a few seconds the bewildered guide stared stupidly at
the object he had taken from the pack. The girls were busy undoing
their tote-packs, so they failed to heed what he was doing until his
peculiar attitude finally attracted their attention.
Janus thrust his hand in again, but the result was no less discouraging.
"Well, I swum!" he grumbled. "I swum!"
"So you've said before," smiled Hazel.
"Anything wrong?" asked the guardian, glancing up from her own pack,
the contents of which were spread out on the floor before her.
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