"If your mother and Mrs. Meade will come along as chaperons,"
Dick answered, "night would be the best time."
"Why at night?"
"Because, then, you wouldn't be able to see the shabby aspect of our camp so plainly."
"It would be very jolly to go over and have a picnic meal by the campfire," Belle agreed. "Yet, in that case, we would want to reach your place by half-past four or so in the afternoon."
"Why?"
"So that we girls may have the fun of helping prepare a famous feast," Miss Meade went on. "Boys, if we come, we shall pass luncheon by and bring keen appetites for that evening feast. What is the principal item on the bill of fare of your camp?"
"Canned goods," replied Tom Reade.
"Don't you believe him," Dick interjected quickly. "Lake trout, bass and perch. This lake is well stocked, and we have already found one splendid fishing hole. We got up at five this morning and caught so many fish in half an hour that we threw some of them back into the water because we had no ice."
"Will your mothers come, if we have it in the evening?" asked
Dick looking at Laura and Belle.
"Surely," nodded Laura quickly.