“When’s the young man coming?” asked Jo. “I want to be on hand when that fortuitous moment arrives.”
“Mercy me! I don’t know. I didn’t pin him down to times and seasons, Jo.”
“Well, it is refreshing to know there is a masculine element in the neighborhood,” remarked Jo.
“By the way,” put in Mary Lee, “do you know that our fellow campers leave next week, and that we shall be in sole possession unless others come? I am sure Miss Marshall would like to have a greater number. Daniella says that Effie Glenn and her brother would be glad to come if Miss Marshall would consent to making it a mixed camp.”
“Won’t she do it?”
“We don’t know; we haven’t asked. Perhaps she wouldn’t mind if they were our friends. There is no one but ourselves to object, and if mother and Aunt Helen are willing, I should think Miss Marshall and Miss Lloyd would be, too.”
“One boy wouldn’t go a great way,” remarked Jo reflectively.
“Still we know him and are sure he is a nice sort,” Mary Lee went on. “If we only could have more of our own kind we could have lots of fun, of course.”
“Why can’t we have more of our own kind?” asked Nan. “Don’t you remember that Ran and Ashby were crazy to come up here and were so disappointed when they found out this was a girl’s camp?”
“To be sure. I haven’t a doubt but that they’d come in a minute. Do you know just where they are now, Nan?”