But Miss Helen was evidently so eager to further her plans that she hurried them back before the afternoon was over and while the hucksters were still crying strawberries in the drowsy streets of Georgetown and the bugle calls at Fort Myer announced that the cavalry drill was in progress.
CHAPTER II
IN PORTLAND
What was in Aunt Helen’s mind was made clear the next morning at breakfast when she asked, “How should you all like camping out in Maine?”
“Fine! Perfectly splendid. We’d love it above all things. Great!” came from various quarters. “So that is what you were talking of yesterday, Aunt Helen. Do tell us all about it.”
“Well, I followed out my intention of going to see Miss Stewart, who not long ago was telling me of her very pleasant experience last summer when she went to a camp in Maine. Her report was so good that I continued the matter by calling on Miss Marshall, who is one of the two ladies having the camp in charge. Everything appears so favorable that after talking it over with your mother we have concluded it will be the best thing for every one concerned to spend some time at this special camp, and I shall telephone Miss Marshall at once that she may count upon our party.”
“Exactly where is it?” asked Nan.
“On a lake not far from the border lines of Maine and New Hampshire, with the White Mountains in sight, and a spur of them near enough for any one to climb who feels so disposed.”
“Lovely! Go on. What are we to do there?”
“You can have a canoe, two, if you choose, and learn to paddle them.”