“I have a good rain-coat.”
“Just the thing; spread that over your blankets tonight.”
“There’s the supper bell. We have dinner at noon, supper at six. Come on, that’s the second bell.”
The old farm bell hung high, as it had when Merrymeeting was a farm and was swinging and ringing cheerfully, while one of the little girls pulled the rope, by orders from headquarters. Down hill the girls ran or walked to the big dining-room with its long tables.
“We can look right out on the lake, can’t we?” said Betty.
“River, you mean, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course; but doesn’t it make you think of a lake someway? It is so broad here.”
“It makes me think more of the St. Lawrence,” said Cathalina, “with the islands and the rocks and the pretty rippling water.”
“Those little islands are the Burnt Jackets. Didn’t you notice that your boat rocked a little coming through the Burnt Jackets? The Indians named them.”
At supper it was announced that the first Camp Fire would be at the Club House shortly. The bell would ring. Duly the big family assembled, stopping, many of them to look at the glorious rainbow which was appearing in the East. “O, it’s double, girls!” said Isabel.