"Where's the wash-basin, Blue Bonnet? I saw you with it when we were packing," said Sarah.
Blue Bonnet clapped a hand to her brow. "I think I put it in with the frying-pan."
"Are you sure it isn't in the bread-box?" Kitty asked.
"I wouldn't be sure it isn't." Blue Bonnet began a hasty search in the camp-wagon. Box after box was rummaged through, utensil after utensil picked up hopefully, only to disappoint when brought to the surface.
"There's no help for it," declared Debby, "we'll have to go and wash in the creek."
"Why, there may be campers below," said Sarah in a shocked tone, "and they wouldn't like to—"
"You needn't draw a diagram, Sarah," interrupted Blue Bonnet. "A word to the wise, you know. I'll polish off with cold cream." And she vanished.
Sarah, armed with towel and soap emerged from her tent a few minutes later and made her way through the willows to the creek. Blue Bonnet spying her called tauntingly: "Campers below!"
"I'm only going to wet one corner," Sarah went on calmly.
"Which corner—northeast or southwest?"