“I’ll get you home in time,” declared Campbell. “Let’s forget the time o’ day and just have a good old talk.” This they proceeded to do, but after all managed to arrive at Merrymeeting dock in time for Campbell to join the Boothbay flotilla, which started from the other shore for Boothbay Camp.
“Goodbye, Campbell, I have had such a good time.”
“So have I, and I hope we can have a few more visits before camp closes.”
The bell was ringing for swimming, for which there was just time enough before supper. Hilary met the girls coming down to the shore as she went up to get her bathing suit.
“Why from this direction?” asked Marjorie. “The last I saw of you, you were eating ice cream at the school-house.”
“O, I came home in an aeroplane,” joked Hilary.
“She was paddled home,” explained Jean to Marjorie, as they ran past Hilary.
Hilary found some of the girls of Squirrels’ Inn just getting ready for the swim, and they all went in together. “This,” said Frances, as they swam out to the float, “is the end of a perfect day for you, isn’t it, Hilary?”
“I think I’ll have to acknowledge it,” said Hilary, turning over to float a while, “but we are going to work a while on our canoe after supper, aren’t we?”
“Yes, unless something else turns up.”