"No; even better than that."
"Is it a pony to take us all driving?"
"No, no. That's your last guess. Shall I tell you?"
"Ah, yes, please do!"
"Well,—mother says, if we do well at school till the holidays, and everything turns out right, she and father—will—take us camping!"
"Camping? Camping out? Really in tents? Oh, good, good!"
And Jackie, the solemn, was moved to the extent of executing a little dance of glee on the garden path.
"Camping out" is a favourite way of spending the summer holiday-time among Canadians. Many, being luxurious in their tastes, build tiny houses and call them camps, but the true and only genuine "camping" is done under canvas, and its devotees care not for other kinds.
As our little New Brunswickers were talking of all its possible joys, a sweet voice called them from the door of the big brick house.
"Marjorie! Jack! Do you want to come for a walk with mother?"