Ben was forever coming to
the rescue of maidens in distress, especially if they were more than
merely pretty.
"We've all got to do our share at cheering the poor girl up," said Kit,
with a sly glance at Ted, who grinned.
"Oh, I guess I'm large and strong enough to carry my own burdens," said
Ben. "I've managed to pack a good many of them' so far without getting
round-shouldered."
"Yes, and without losing your appetite."
"Hush, boys," cautioned Ted. "Here come the girls."
Stella came out of the house, bearing in her arms a lot of shawls and
bundles, followed by Mrs. Graham and Hallie Croffut.
"When you see me coming at this stage of the game loaded down like this
you'd know for sure that Auntie Graham was going on a roughing trip."
"That's all right," said Kit. "Mrs. Graham can take whatever she likes
on the trips, if she'll only go along."
"You're a nice boy, Kit, to say such nice things," said Mrs. Graham,
smiling. "But you're all nice boys to take an old lady like me with you,
and stand for all my laziness and tantrums."
"That's right, auntie, you keep on with that line of talk, and you'll
get these fellows so spoiled that I'll have to begin training them all
over again. I just had them so that they were going along all right. But
you mustn't let them know they're nice, or they'll quit being nice right
there.
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