“But tell us, Wynnie,” begged Mina. “Is it really all arranged? Has everybody agreed that we can go in our canoes to Lake Honotonka?”
“And stay all vacation if we like?” cried Percy.
“That is the understanding,” Wyn assured them. “Percy’s aunt is the very kindest lady who ever was—”
“Vote we buy her something nice,” interposed Frank.
“That will come in due season,” Wyn continued. “But Mrs. Havel went with me to all our people. She knows all about the place, of course—”
“So does my father,” interposed Bessie.
“And he wasn’t hard to convince,” Wyn responded. “Of course, there are wild nooks along Honotonka’s shores; but at the upper end is Braisely Park, where all those rich folks live; and there’s the village of Meade’s Forge at this end of the lake. We can get supplies, or a doctor, or send a telephone message, easily enough. And what more does one want–camping out?”
“We’ll have just a lovely time!” sighed Bessie. “I can hardly wait for school to close.”
“A month and a half yet,” said Frank Cameron. “And every day will seem longer than the one that preceded it. But then! when it does come—”
“Just think of living under canvas–and for weeks and weeks! It almost makes me feel spooky,” declared Grace, beginning to grow enthusiastic.