“No, even including Marjorie; for she has never been on a long trip. And it will all be very new to you. Then, at the end of the trip, we shall reach Silvertown, and spend a week there. On Wednesday of that week there will be a canoe meet—races, righting canoes, etc.; and our benefactor will award a silver cup.”
The girls scarcely took in their captain’s words. Had they really heard her aright—or could there be another place by the same name as Silvertown? Ruth jumped up excitedly.
“Captain, we’re not actually going to Silvertown, the Silvertown? Is it possible?”
“It’s not only possible, but a decided fact. The cottage is all in readiness!”
“But Captain, that’s one of the most fashionable resorts in the country! Why, I’ve heard that it costs hundreds of dollars a day to live there!”
“It does cost a good deal, Ruth,” admitted Miss Phillips, still noncommittal.
“And to get a summer house takes thousands—they’re so in demand, and the place is so small.”
“Very true.”
Ruth stamped her foot impatiently, and even the other girls grew a little exasperated. Miss Phillips seemed really mean to tease them so.
“How could we—the humble members of Pansy troop, Girl Scouts—ever dare to hold a canoe-meet on their priceless lake?” asked Ethel Todd.