“Poor Frieda!” sighed Lily; “I wouldn’t want to have to get up so early as she has to.”
“She gets paid for it!” replied Ruth, who never believed in wasting sympathy where she did not consider it was warranted.
“Say, Lil,” she continued, as she proceeded to manicure her nails while waiting for the other, “have you ever been to Silvertown?”
“Never; papa and mamma often talked of going, but it’s so hard to get a house, and you know there are no hotels.”
“There aren’t?” Then, “Who do you suppose could possibly be providing for this trip? He certainly must be a swell.”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” replied Lily; “though I confess I’ve thought and thought. Papa knows some awfully rich men in New York; I’ve wondered whether any of them could have become interested in our troop—and the general idea of Girl Scouts. It’s a perfect thing to do, isn’t it?”
“Yes, because he didn’t just give it to us; we felt we earned it by passing that Pioneer test. And, believe me, we did!”
“And wasn’t it just the wisest thing to select that one! Look how much we’ve used the knowledge already—putting up tents, and chopping logs, and digging holes!”
The girls quickly put the finishing touches to their toilets, and hurried down to the stream to wash. In a few minutes they joined the other eight campers, all seated around Frieda’s fire.
“What have you got for us this morning, Frieda?” asked Marjorie, pleasantly.