“I guess that we didn’t take long enough for our lunch,” reasoned Mrs. Remington. “We were too anxious to get along.”
“Well, we certainly have covered ground today,” asserted Ethel, proudly. “The bad weather didn’t bother us!”
“How many miles did we make?” asked Marjorie.
“A hundred and sixteen.”
“Now if we only had a good comfortable bed—” began Lily, but she was interrupted immediately by Marjorie.
“Just wait till I find you a place! I have a notion that it will be as fine as the Waldorf-Astoria—”
“Where?” demanded two or three at once.
“After supper I’ll show you!”
As soon as the meal was concluded and the food packed again into the hamper, they followed Marjorie to the spot she had selected for the camp. It was some fifty yards from the road; a little, secluded grove of trees, overgrown with vines. Underneath the ground was comparatively dry; it would be the best possible location for their camp.
“Do you really think we can all squeeze into there?” inquired Lily doubtfully.