“Have you any idea how much it cost?” was Ruth’s next question.
“Not a cent under two thousand dollars,” replied Miss Phillips; “and maybe more. It’s a wonderful house—and there is such a demand for places at Silvertown that an owner can get almost anything he asked. But I understand that they won’t lease to undesirable people.”
“That’s a big compliment to the Girl Scouts, isn’t it?” remarked Ruth, swelling with pride.
“Yes, and to the man who is paying for our party!” put in Marjorie. Then, seriously. “Oh, girls, do you suppose we really are good enough to deserve all this?”
“I’m sure I’m not,” said Frieda Hammer, quietly, gazing downward into the water.
“And now tell us about the house,” suggested Ruth.
By this time the stream had greatly widened, until it appeared almost the proportions of a lake. The water was quiet; water-lilies grew here and there on the surface. The high sharp banks with their overhanging trees had vanished; the sun poured brightly down upon their heads.
“We could almost sail here, if we had brought sails,” remarked Miss Phillips, before she answered Ruth’s question. “Sailing in a canoe is lots of fun.”
“Oh, I’d love it!” cried Marjorie. “Tell us how you do it!”
“No, Captain, please answer Ruth’s question first,” put in Florence Evans. She, too, was anxious to hear all about the summer resort.