“Oh, girls! do you really all like it?” Wyn cried.
“I vote aye!” said Frank, with emphasis. The other four followed in quick succession.
“Why, that’s lovely of you!” cried the captain of the club. “I–I was afraid nobody would like it but myself.”
“It’s so appropriate,” said Bess.
“It’s all right,” Frank declared. “I wonder what the Busters will call their camp?”
“They named it last fall,” said Wyn. “Dave told me. It is Cave-in-the-Wood Camp. Not so bad–eh?”
“Pretty good for a parcel of boys,” observed Bess.
“Well, I’m glad the worry’s over,” yawned Grace. “Let’s go to bed. You know, Percy, we’ve got to work like slaves to-morrow, so it behooves us to get to bed betimes.”
“Mercy!” cried Frankie, “they’ll be wanting to make up the cots before we are out of them in the morning. Come on! let’s all turn in.”
There was a general roll-call at daybreak the next morning. Wynifred and Frank were not the only ones to get up as soon as day approached, although to them had been allotted the task of going to Windmill Farm for the milk and the day’s supply of vegetables.