"All right," assented Laurie. "Let's go and get it over with. I dare say she won't listen to it, though."
"You can't tell," said Polly. "Miss Comfort is awfully—well, courageous, Laurie, and she thinks you're so wonderful that—"
"Huh," muttered Ned. "Wonder where she got that notion."
"Compared to the poor-farm," declared Mae, "I think the Pequot Queen is a perfect paradise!"
"Well, you just mention that to Miss Comfort, will you?" requested Laurie gloomily as they started back.
"Guess there's another thing we haven't considered," said Bob thoughtfully.
"What are you doing?" asked Laurie disgustedly. "Stealing Ned's stuff?"
"No, but look here; Miss Comfort will be an awful long way from folks who buy her cake and stuff, won't she? Think they'll hike way down here?"
A short silence ensued. Then said Polly, "That is so, Laurie, but maybe—"
"Sure, it's so," was the answer, "but will you
