“Well! I declare I hope there isn’t,” cried Bess.
“I’ll look,” offered Wyn. “Grace just thought she saw something.”
“A great, black and brown hairy beast!” moaned Grace. “He stood right up on his hind legs and stretched out his arms to me—”
“Enamored of all your young charms,” giggled Frank.
“It’s no joke!” gasped the frightened one.
“It might be a bear, you know,” quavered Mina.
The breakfast was being neglected. Mrs. Havel was down at the edge of the lake washing out some bits of lace. She had not heard the rumpus.
“I’m going to see,” announced Frank, and ran back over the course Grace had come.
She reached the berry bushes. She parted them and peered through. She began to enter the jungle, indeed, in search of bruin.
And then the girls all heard a sort of snuffling growl–just the sort of a noise they thought a bear must make. Frank jumped out of those bushes as though they had become suddenly afire!