"
"Dog fund?" asked Susie Sharp, looking bewildered.
"Dick is talking about the money we made in bark," Greg Holmes
explained readily.
"Then you really expect to be here a fortnight?" Laura asked.
"Yes; if we don't develop too healthy appetites and eat up our
funds before the fortnight is over," Dick assented.
"Oh, you mustn't do that," urged Belle.
"Mustn't do what?" Dave asked.
"Don't eat up your funds too quickly," Belle explained.
"Even if you do," suggested Susie Sharp, teasingly, "you won't
need to hurry home. We girls know where there are several fine
fields of farm truck that can be robbed late at night. Potatoes,
corn, watermelons-----"
"It's really very nice of you girls to offer to rob the farmers'
fields to find provender for us," returned Greg. "But I am afraid
that we boys have been too honestly brought up to allow ourselves
to become receivers of stolen-----"
"Greg Holmes!" Susie Sharp interrupted, her face turning very
red.
"No; it's nice of you, of course," Greg went on tantalizingly,
"but we'd rather have a short vacation, that we can tell the whole
truth about when we go home."
"You boys may starve, if you like," retorted Susie, with a toss
of her head. "I'm through with trying to help you out."
"You know, Susie," Danny Grin went on maliciously, "farmers' fields
are often guarded by dogs. Just think how you would feel, trying
to climb a tree on a dark night, with a bulldog's teeth just two
inches from the heels of your shoes.
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