“Oh, oh, oh!” gasped Jess. “That’s the worst kind of slang.”
Mrs. Morse paid the young folk very little attention. She had withdrawn from the group and was busy with pencil and notebook.
“When mother gets to work that way, she heeds neither time, place, nor any passing event,” 57 laughed Jess. “She expects to sketch out her whole book while she is at camp with us.”
“She’s going to be a dandy chaperone,” declared Chet. “Suppose we’d had Miss Carrington along?”
“Goodness!” groaned Bobby. “Don’t let’s mention that lady again this summer.”
“And we can cut out Old Dimple, too,” grumbled Billy Long.
“He’s off somewhere on a trip, so we won’t have to bother about him,” said Chet, with confidence.
The girls had begun to compare notes regarding what they had packed in their suitcases, long before the boats reached Lumberport; and some of them discovered that they had neglected to bring some very essential things.
“You’ll just have to tie up beyond the Main Street bridge, and give us a chance to shop, Chet,” announced Laura. “We’re making good time as it is.”
“Isn’t that just like a parcel of girls?” grumbled Billy. “Now, we fellows didn’t forget a thing—you bet!”