but to-day as she caught a plundering hand on one of the hampers, she called out sharply:
"Master Bobby, you let that cake alone! Them olives are for supper."
A general laugh greeted this outburst, and she turned away and began unpacking dishes with a bitter feeling of rebellion. Mrs. Carter bustled up, and having driven off the marauders, briskly took command.
"Now, Peter, as soon as you have hitched Trixy, come back and help about the supper. Annie will tell you what to do."
Annie cheered up slightly at this, and for the moment waived the letter of her vow. As Peter reluctantly reappeared, she ordered: "Get a pile o' drift wood and fix a place for the fire. Them are too big," she commented, as he returned with an armful of sticks. "Get some little pieces and be quick about it; you 're too slow."
Peter looked mutinous, but the eyes of Mrs. Carter were upon him, and he obeyed.
