I love to sleep in the softest bed,—
I don’t care whether it’s the foot or the head.
I don’t mean to scare you,
But only prepare you
For poor, dear Whiskaway!”
The ensemble chorus gave the new Merrymeeting song which had won the prize. In this and the camp yell with which the performance closed the audience could not help joining, and went away to sing these masterpieces of poesy and song for the rest of the week.
CHAPTER XXIV
THOSE CAMPING DAYS
“Isn’t this the most exciting week?” queried Isabel.
“It is indeed,” replied Cathalina, who was feeling disappointed over tennis results in the August tournament, provoked at herself for one or two bad plays she had made, yet glad for Lilian that she had won the tournament again. The girls had just finished the final baseball game and both teams, with a few spectators, had strolled off to rest under the trees. A cool breeze blew from the water which sparkled and foamed over the rocks.
“Tournaments to be finished, the last points you can possibly get in anything to be made, swimming match tomorrow, boys’ minstrel show next day, then the last hike, the big banquet and prizes and everything on Friday, and on Saturday the last senior lodge play! This hectic life of pleasure has spoiled me for school!”