The three boys flew at it, and King and Midget sat on the sand and
watched them till the wood was restored to its original position.

"All right," said King; "you boys'll do. Now, come on and roast potatoes
with us."

Thus, all demands of honor having been complied with, the five proceeded
to become friends. The boys built the fire, and gallantly let Marjorie
have the fun of putting the potatoes and apples in place.

The Craig boys had nice instincts, and while they were rather
rough-and-tumble among themselves, they treated King more decorously,
and seemed to consider Marjorie as a being of a higher order, made to
receive not only respect, but reverent homage.

"You see, we never had a sister," said Tom; "and we're a little bit
scared of girls."

"Well, I have three," said King, "so you see I haven't such deep awe of
them. But Midget won't hurt you, so don't be _too_ scared of her."

Marjorie smiled in most friendly fashion, for she liked these boys, and
especially Tom.

"How old are you?" she asked him, in her frank, pleasant way.

"I'm fourteen," replied Tom, "and the other kids are twelve and ten."

"King's fourteen,--'most fifteen," said Midget; "and I'll be thirteen in
July. So we're all in the same years. I wish our Kitty was here. She's