“Just the same, I’ve never eaten anything since that tasted like the food we cooked in camp,” sighed Lucile.
“You must guard against giving wrong impressions, Lucy,” Jessie admonished, gravely. “Anybody, hearing you, might actually imagine you could cook.”
“When I made that remark I had you in mind, Jessie, dear,” purred Lucile.
“In that case, of course——”
“I wonder what the girls are doing this minute,” Evelyn interrupted, dreamily. “I’d give the world to get just one little glimpse of them and our guardian and Jim and Jeddie——”
“Don’t! You make me homesick,” pleaded Lucile. “It seems strange to think there’s a whole ocean between us. I wonder if we’ll be able to tell our guardian, when 127 we do see her, that we have tried faithfully to live up to the camp-fire laws—even when we were so far away.”
“Well, there are two of them that we surely haven’t broken,” said Evelyn soberly, “and they are—hold on to health, and be happy.”
“Yes; and we’ve pursued knowledge so hungrily that I haven’t begun to get the facts all straightened out yet,” said Jessie, in funny bewilderment.
“I guess we’re all in the same boat there,” Lucile comforted. “There is one thing I’m learning pretty well, though, and that is to count in shillings and pence. I can figure in English money almost as well as in United States now.”
“So can I, and I haven’t eaten more than two candies in a week, and they were little ones,” Jessie confided, virtuously.