“Something like that,” laughed Kathryn. “Now let’s get down to business.”
The morning of the hike was clear and sunny, when the sun finally decided to get up. Fifty girls were up first, getting ready. The “bunch” who hiked were to meet at the school, but the committee on refreshments was to drive with their supplies. Miss Fox had accepted the offer of Kathryn’s brother to drive the Allen car out for them and to help arrange their temporary camp. Lucia Coletti, interested and anxious to help, had begged her uncle for the use of his car. “It will be ready for you to go to business,” she said, “for it is only to take out boxes of food and perhaps a few rugs.”
“Why turn my car into a grocery delivery wagon?” teasingly Mr. Murchison asked Lucia.
“Because the groceries will not deliver the things for us.”
“Very well, then, Lucia, if you can make your peace with the chauffeur.”
“Oh, Horace! He will do anything! But I will tell him to come back immediately.”
“Will there be no one to come back, nothing to bring?”
“Oh, no—no—no, we all hike back, even those who ride out to do the breakfast.”
“I see; and the food will have been disposed of. See, Lucy, sister, how American your daughter is becoming? She talks of hikes and things.”