Two luxurious machines stood on the bank, and the girls looked instantly to identify the drivers. Lily was the only one to recognize one of them. For both were chauffeurs.
“That’s our chauffeur!” she cried, in consternation. “Yes, and one of those cars is ours, too!”
“Well, of all things, Lil!” exclaimed Ruth. “How do you suppose——?”
But Lily was already out of the canoe, and was running toward the chauffeur.
“Henry, where did you come from? Are mamma and papa here? Have two Girl Scouts arrived here before us? Where——?”
Henry touched his cap, and smiled at this breathless storm of questions.
“Yes, Miss Lily,” he finally replied; “Mr. and Mrs. Andrews are here, and you will see them in a few minutes. And there are some young people who arrived yesterday——”
Lily gasped in astonishment, and the others pressed close about her and the chauffeur.
—“But they were not girls; they were——”
“Sh!” cautioned Miss Phillips. “Not a word about that, please. It’s a surprise.”