He chanted this with a bow and a smile.
"I am aware," he said, "I am aware that the foregoing may sound like a baseball game, but such is not my intention. I use hit in the sense of meaning that it is well-liked."
"Too well liked—I mean the olives," spoke Mollie. "We can't keep enough on hand. I think we'll have to buy them by the case after this."
"As Grace does her chocolates," remarked Betty, with a smile that took all the sarcasm out of the words.
"Well," remarked Grace, drawlingly, "I have noticed that you girls are generally around when I open a fresh box."
"Well hit!" cried Amy. "Don't let them fuss you, Grace my dear."
"I don't intend to."
Mr. Lagg helped his red-haired boy of all work to carry the girls' purchases down to the boat.
"You must be fixing for a long voyage," he remarked.
"No, we are going to camp over on Elm Island," said Betty.
The storekeeper started.
"What! With the ghost?" He nearly dropped a package of fresh eggs.
