“Not eleven any more, Marj!” corrected Lily. “We’re not travelling this Sunday again, so that means another day counted out.”
“Sure enough,” agreed Marjorie. “But what is a day or so when everything is going so perfectly?”
“Sh! Don’t boast, Marj! We have a long distance to go yet. Oh, won’t it be great when we come back, and can take our own sweet time about it?”
“Yes, but the excitement is half the fun. Still, I would like to go and see Mae, and stay a little while longer this time. She invited us to stop on the way back, you know.”
“Yes, I’d like to stop too,” added Lily. “Oh, how I wish that this summer would last forever!”
“You’ve said that every summer, Lil—and we still continue to have good times!” Marjorie reminded her.
The days that followed seemed only to prove the truth of Marjorie’s statement. The weather continued fine, and the road good; each evening the girls made their camp and stopped for the night. The rain obligingly held off until the week-end, when the party was comfortably established at a little inn.
“And tomorrow night we have to camp again,” observed Marjorie, as she watched the sun trying to peep through the clouds at sunset. “I hope the ground gets dry.”
“The only thing that worries me is food,” remarked Mrs. Remington. “We’ll have to camp several days, and there may not be many stores along the way. We must buy plenty.”
“If we only had more room to pack it!” sighed Lily. “That one hamper isn’t very big.”