"Oh joy!" exclaimed Grace. "The fairy prince has been here!"
"Grace!" remonstrated Amy, as her friend caught up the bottle of olives and proceeded to open it. "We don't know whose they are."
"So much the better; our consciences won't trouble us. And if anyone comes to claim them we can pay for what we eat—I have money!" and she jingled her silver purse, "And now, 'let good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both,'" she quoted. "Fall to!"
The girls laughed, but they did "fall to."
Cans and tins were opened, crackers and slices of bread spread, and with peach juice to drink, for they did not like to draw any water, fearing it might not be fresh—they ate—and ate—and ate again.
"Oh, how good I feel!" cried Grace, as there came a pause.
"But how in the world do you imagine this stuff got here?" asked Amy.
"Why seek to inquire?" spoke Mollie. "That it is here is sufficient for me. Another olive, Betty, dear?"
"The—our friend the ghost may have provided it," said Grace.
"You are coming on bravely," commented Betty. "If you will"
