“It does look that way, Jean,” said Molly, laughing at Jean’s blank look. “But maybe that wasn’t their lumber.”
“And again, maybe it was,” remarked Bess.
“Jimmy was in bed when I left,” thoughtfully Nan added. “And I hadn’t happened to say anything about our trip. I forgot it at supper, just told Mother when we were doing the dishes and I fixed something ready to take for my breakfast. I’ll warn Mother not to say anything, unless she has already. I don’t believe they saw us, and it is surely not for us to make any comments on where they were going.” Nan’s face wore a comically sober look.
“Far be it,” said Leigh. “But where could they be taking it?”
“All of us have a suspicion, of course. Girls, they could even reach Lake Michigan, unload and be back for school!”
“Nonsense. Danny Pierce’s father has a farm on our little lake. Probably Mr. Pierce wanted Danny to bring out some lumber this morning while he could.” So concluded Jean.
“Yes, but what were all those Black Wizards doing with Danny? Danny was driving, but you couldn’t get Rall out of bed with anything short of an earthquake for any helping Danny with a job like that!”
“Yes, Rall is always a late riser, I’ve heard the boys say, poking fun at him. Maybe you’re right, Nan. Of course we want to go camping so much ourselves that our first thought is—what it is. Oh, wouldn’t it be great fun if our folks would let us go somewhere? A tent would be good enough for me! But it’s hopeless unless we can get some one to chaperon us. Mother won’t hear of anything else.”
“We might camp in our back yards.”
“Yes, we could,” said Molly, and meant it. “But when Grace gets home, I’m going to begin talking S. P. to her. She will be dead tired, and perhaps the woods will look good to her. We’ll do all the work.”