“When do you think you’ll go camping?”
“Just as soon as we can. In about a week, I guess. I’ll have to get a lot of things together. I’ve got a tent that will do, but we’ll need another small one to cook in, and a connecting piece of canvas for an awning so we can go from the kitchen to the dining room when it rains, without getting wet. The only thing I’m sorry about is leaving the Tag behind.”
“Why don’t you take her along?”
“By Jove!” cried Tom. “I never thought of that. I believe I will. I wonder if I could ship her to Lake Woonset?”
“I don’t see why not,” declared Dick.
“I’ll find out from dad,” declared Tom.
“Then go right back and do it,” suggested Dick. “We might as well get this thing settled.”
Tom turned the boat back, and in a short time was getting information from his father about the shipping facilities to Lake Woonset.
“You can get the boat up there all right,” declared Mr. Fairfield, “but you’ll have to hire some sort of a truck to haul it to the lake, as it isn’t near any railroad station.”