“Then you can cook?” Laura observed.
“Well, I can boil water without burnin’ it,” declared the odd girl. “But I ain’t no Woodruff-Wisteria chef.” Afterward the chums figured it out that Liz meant “Waldorf-Astoria.”
“Do you think you would like to go with us?” Laura asked.
“I dunno yet. Where is it?”
Laura explained more fully about the camping site, how they were to get there, and other particulars of the project.
“It listens good,” Liz said, reflectively. “Though I ain’t never cooked nothin’ but soft-soap over a campfire.”
“Oh! there will be a portable stove,” Laura said.
“When ye goin’?” asked the girl.
“Day after to-morrow.”