CHAPTER VII
A RAINY DAY
“Raining!” exclaimed Mary Lee in disgusted tones one morning as she put her head out between the flaps of the tent. “Now what are we going to do, I’d like to know?”
“Oh, there’ll be something to do,” returned Jo who was arranging her hair before the small mirror. She and Daniella were Mary Lee’s tent-mates. “It will excite our imagination and invention and give us a little variety. We’ve managed to spend other rainy days to advantage, why not this?”
“Such a philosopher,” remarked Daniella shaking out her bright locks. “It’s bound not to be dull where you are, Jo.”
Jo dropped a curtsey and went on with her toilet, talking all the time.
Daniella, having tied her thick braids neatly, went to the door of the tent. “My, it suttenly do rain, as Mitty would say. We’ll need umbrellas in order to get to breakfast, which of course will be indoors on such a morning.”
“Umbrellas, nothing,” responded Jo. “I shall put on my golf cape and run between the drops. I expect to be out in the rain half the day.”
“Oh, Jo, do you?” This from Mary Lee.
“Of course. What’s the use of being in a free and easy place if you can’t be free and easy? Where is the use of rubber boots, bloomers and flannel blouses if you can’t wear them? Me for the dribbling woods, the squishy paths, the oozy road.” It was on such occasions that Jo reverted to hilarious slang.
“Then I’m with you,” said Daniella selecting her dingiest and shortest skirt.