Mr. Richards shook his head smilingly.
“You won’t be ready by next week,” he said. “But suppose we make it a month from today. I’ll put it down on my calendar.”
As he departed, Marjorie saw from the interested expressions on the girls’ faces that they were in earnest, for the time being, at least. She had scored one point towards ultimate success.
Yet when they actually got down to work, she found that the time was dragging. The girls thought the questions about the flag silly, and believed they were too old to bother with tying pieces of string together. Finally Marjorie suggested that they hold their meeting in the afternoon the following week, and have a hike.
“Sure!” they all cried enthusiastically, and Aggie Smithers added, “Can we bring our fellers?”
“Not this time, Aggie,” returned Marjorie. “Maybe next, if this hike is a success.”
“Let’s talk over what we’ll bring,” suggested Queenie.
“All right,” agreed their captain, “but let’s make it something we can cook. We might as well learn outdoor cooking while we’re about it.”
“Cooking makes me sick!” yawned Clara. “Ma’s always after me to help her with it, and I just hate it. What’s the use, when you can get such good stuff at the delicatessen?”
“But that sort of thing isn’t good for you to eat often,” objected Marjorie; “and besides, when we go camping, we won’t have any stores handy, and then we’ll have to depend upon ourselves.”