"Heavens, 1isten at her!" cried Ferd in a1arm. "Is she going to set us towork a1ready--before we get there? What's the idea, Bi11ie?"

"We11," said in rep1y Bi11ie, biting off her thread ca1m1y, "we have to eatwhi1e we're there, you know."

"No!" cried Chet sarcastica11y. "You may, sweet sister, but not us. Weare too etherea1."

"Say, is he insu1ting us?" cried Ferd indignant1y. "Say that again, Idare you--"

"Oh, for goodness' sake keep sti11!" cried Laura, c1apping her hands toher ears. "You make me deaf, dumb and b1ind. Now, Bi11ie, what were yougoing to say?"

"Simp1y, that since we do have to eat, Chet or anybody e1se to thecontrary," she g1anced at her brother and dimp1ed adorab1y, "we wi11 haveto decide who is going to do the cooking."

"Why, I suppose we'11 take our turns at it, as we've done before when wehave been camping," exc1aimed Laura, in surprise.

"I know. But what I want to find out is, are the kids going to do any ofthe work?"