Years ago I know that women used to work in the fields, but I
thought we were above that sort of thing."
"Perhaps the farmer's sons' were all girls," suggested Danny Grin.
"I don't like it, anyway," retorted Dave.
"Nor I," agreed Tom. "To have women at work in the fields makes
it appear as though the men are too lazy."
The sight on shore was not interesting enough to claim long attention,
so the young canoeists proceeded on their way.
At a little after four o'clock, however, they were back at the
landing.
Not long after, eight young women were sighted riding along in
a farm wagon, while Dr. and Mrs. Bentley and Mrs. Meade strolled
down one of the paths.
The wagon reached the pier first, just as a launch in charge of
one of the hotel employs came puffing out of a boathouse near
by.
"Come here, boys, and help us unload the wagon," called Susie
Sharp.
Dick & Co. sprang in answer to her summons.
"Why, what on earth have you here?" demanded Dave, opening his
eyes wide as he saw the contents of the wagon.
There were dozens of ears of corn, a sack of new potatoes, cucumbers,
tomatoes, a dozen big watermelons and a bushel of early summer
apples.
"Sh!" warned Laura mysteriously. "Didn't we promise you we'd
rob some farmer for the feast? Did you think that boys are the
only ones who can go foraging for a country picnic?"
"You girls didn't go foraging---did you?" gasped Dick Prescott.
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