“Camp?” she echoed.
“Yes.”
She looked round curiously, as though she expected to see his equipment there. “Haven’t you a tent?”
He laughed. “No. I’ve a tarp for a shelter; and I can cut some hemlock boughs and build a shack; if you’ll let me trespass.”
“You could sleep in the barn I guess,” she said. “Or maybe in the house.”
He shook his head. “No roof for mine. This is my vacation, you understand. I can sleep under a roof at home.”
“You’ll be getting wet all the time.”
“I’ll dry when the sun comes out.”
She asked, “Who’s going to cook for you?”
“I’m a famous cook,” he told her.