“I knew the boys were looking for a camping place up this way, but that is the extent of my knowledge,” Miss Chesney told her.
“But we may go, mayn’t we?” said Esther pleadingly.
“If we can get all these berries disposed of in time.”
“Oh, we’ll go to it early and get most of them canned. We will have some for supper, and make a pudding for dinner to-morrow, then if anybody decides to make jam it can be started, and finished the next day,” said Claudia.
“How can we let the boys know that we’ll come?” questioned Winnie.
“What’s the matter with signalling?” returned Betty Streeter. “Won’t that be the best way, Miss Dodge?”
“Yes, unless you are all too tired.”
“But we needn’t do it this evening. We can’t all be fussing with the blackberries at the same time; we’ll have to take turns. We could go to-morrow morning to that hill just beyond the mill; they could see us from there.”
“Some one could take Chico and go this evening, if that would be better,” said Joanne.
“Better still,” returned Miss Dodge. “Will you go, Joanne?”