“I find the same fault with it,” replied Bess. “It is not distinctive enough. Now, I don’t know that I have the right idea; but I believe that calling the camp after our club wouldn’t be so bad. And it would mean something.”
“Go-Ahead Camp? Or Camp Go-Ahead?” cried Grace.
“There’s nothing romantic about it, that’s sure,” objected Mina.
“Goodness me! we’re not looking for romance, I hope,” cried the strong-minded Bess.
“Bess is a suffragette in embryo–I declare!” cried Frank, laughing.
“How does Camp Cheer sound?” suggested Percy. “Now, that’s real nice, I think.”
“Say, we’ve got to vote on them, anyway,” said Grace. “We’ve got two votes for Camp Pleasant, Mina.”
“But hold on!” cried Frank. “Here’s one hasn’t been heard from. The shrinking violet of all our crew! What’s the matter, Wynnie? Can’t you decide on a name?”
“I thought of one last evening when we were paddling over here from the Forge–before the rain,” admitted the captain.
“Well! for pity’s sake!” gasped Grace. “That’s before we even knew it was to have a name.”