“When you so rudely interrupted,” said Jessie, sweetly. “I’m not so sure that I will tell you now. It was nothing of any importance.”
“Oh, I knew that,” said Evelyn quickly—it was certainly her lucky day.
“You win!” cried Jessie, good-naturedly, throwing up her hands in mock despair.
Evelyn laughed merrily. “I’ll have to look out after this,” she said. “There’ll be back-fire, I’m afraid. But, seriously, Jessie, what were you going to say?”
“Oh, only that this wonderful weather reminds me of this time last year when we were just making our plans for camp.”
“Yes and even then we hadn’t begun to realize how great it was going to be.”
“I never knew what real fun was till we got way off there in the woods with the river before us and the woods all about us. And the very best thing of all was that we had only ourselves to depend on for everything.”
“And we seemed to get along pretty well, too, considering,” said Evelyn.
“Of course we did,” Jessie agreed, and then added with a laugh, “I think we would be a valuable aid to suffrage. Tell everybody we managed to get along without any man’s help.”
“Oh, but we didn’t,” Evelyn objected. “How about Mr. Wescott?”