It was a still morning. The newly-kindled fire on Green Knoll sent a spiral of blue smoke mounting skyward. There was the delicious odor of pancakes and farm-made sausage hovering all about the camp of the Go-Ahead girls. Windmill Farm had supplied these first “goodies” of the autumn and the members of the club enjoyed them to the full.
“But, thanks be! there will be no more dishes to wash for a while,” declared Grace Hedges.
“Nor beds to make,” agreed her partner, Percy Havel.
“Nor fires to kindle,” sighed Bessie Lavine.
“Well!” exclaimed Frank Cameron, “an outing in the woods isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, I admit. One might just as well accept a situation as servant in a very untidy household. It would be about the same thing. But my! we’ve had some fun between times.”
“And such excitement!” declared Mina Everett. “Think of all that’s happened to us since we paddled up from Denton two months and more ago.”
“And happened to the boys, too,” said Frank, “I understand that Tubby Blaisdell has put on ten additional pounds of flesh since yesterday morning.”
“Now, Frank! how could he?” gasped Grace.
“Nobody could be much fatter than Tubby already is,” added Bess, laughing.
“You never know till you try,” chided Mina. “You have put on some flesh yourself, Miss Lavine.”