"There are twelve—and they know how to work, too."
"They'll be worked all right," said Uncle Cliff with a wicked twinkle.
"We must all work," said Sarah conscientiously. "I think we had better begin to plan things and get ready right away."
"The first thing to do," said Blue Bonnet, "is to make a huge lot of pinoche."
Sarah regarded her in astonishment. "Do you propose to live on pinoche?"
"No, goose, but with twelve boys in camp—not counting Alec and Knight, a pound won't go very far. And we must send to Jonah for marshmallows."
"Hadn't you better include several tons of angel-cake and fifty gallons or so of ice-cream?" asked Kitty.
"Just you wait, Kitty-Kat. When you see the use to which I put those marshmallows, you'll see that I'm the most practical member of the Club," Blue Bonnet prophesied solemnly.
"Grandmother, you're such a success," she said later, as they two sat discussing ways and means for the camping-trip.
"A success?" Mrs. Clyde questioned.