- alls, but Rob and Lou and Art kept pulling them up.
Every time they were up, Frank snapped a picture.
"Now I've got you all!" he laughed.
"What? You were taking us all the time? Oh, you mean thing!" cried Alice. "Let's break the camera, girls!"
She started for Frank, but he disappeared over the ledge, with a hoot.
The Scouts had left their hatchets behind, but they made a fire pit, and kindled a good fire with dead stuff, broken by hand. Peanut rigged up a stick rack beside it for Alice to hang her stockings over. Meanwhile, off in the bushes, they could hear the girls and women laughing, as they got out of the overalls. They came back looking like normal girls again, only their skirts were rather crumpled.
The Scouts took the overalls, and, with the guide and Mr. Rogers, turned toward the road, which led back to the store. Peanut lingered a bit in the rear.
"Toast your tootsies nice and warm," he whispered to Alice, and ducked quickly away from the swing she aimed at him.
"Alice!" he heard Art's girl saying, "I wish you wouldn't be such a tomboy."
Peanut grinned to himself, and caught up with the rest.
"Some skirts, those, eh, Art?" he said, giving Art a dig in the ribs.
