“If we could only find the turtle we’d have it, I’m sure,” declared Fenn, who had not lost faith in his odd theory.
“We’ve looked in every likely place where turtles are around here,” said Frank.
“Yes; and now we ought to go farther off,” came from Ned. “I say fellows, what’s the matter with going on a little hunting expedition soon? The weather is just right, we all have guns, and I think the trip would do us good.”
“Why not make it a big hunting expedition while we’re at it?” suggested Frank.
“A big one? What do you mean?” asked Bart.
“Why, I mean go camping, as we did not long ago. We don’t mind the cold, or ice and snow. We could make a winter camp, around the Christmas holidays, and have lots of sport.”
“And a Christmas tree in the woods!” cried Alice. “That would be lovely! Jennie Smith and I would come out and see you—if it wasn’t too far.”
“Yes, Jennie’d recite poetry, and you’d insist on making us drink hot ginger tea, so as not to catch cold,” observed Bart.
Alice looked a little hurt, until Ned added:
“Well, I’m sure ginger tea would be all right in a snow storm, such as we had the last time we camped in the winter.”