"Can't we help you?" asked Meg kindly.
"Now look here," Jud said, in his pleasant, slow voice. "I'm going to be all-fired busy in the back garden. If anything frightens you, sing out and I'll hear you. If you want to talk to any one, go down to the house, and Mother will listen to you. But please don't bother me."
"But what'll we do?" persisted Bobby.
Jud pointed to the tent that had been Father Blossom's surprise.
"Play Indians, why don't you?" he suggested. "Don't believe you've had those clothes on three times since you got 'em. If any one had sent me a tent when I was a kid, you couldn't have kept me from playing with it."
"We might as well play Indian," said Meg when Jud had gone off to his garden, whistling. "Dot and I'll put on our suits and you and Twaddles wear yours. I wish I had a tomahawk."
"Girl Indians don't have 'em," said Bobby flatly.
"Well, they ought to," declared Meg. "Doesn't Dot look cunning in her suit?"
