"It's very nice, indeed, boys," said Miss Towne. "Come girls, get out your aprons. I suppose you're all starved."
"Wait! Wait!" cried Kent. "That's not the way this camp's going to be run. Charlie, Gustus and me do the cooking. You ladies are company and don't have to do anything except wash the dishes and make your own beds."
"Gee!" exclaimed Lydia. "I'd rather cook than wash dishes, any day."
"I never wash dishes," protested Margery.
"I can't do it either," said Olga.
"Can you boys really cook?" asked Miss Towne, in her sharp way.
"Yes, Ma'am!" replied Kent. "Charlie learned in the Indian school, even baking, you know, and he's taught me a lot. Gustus can peel potatoes, clean fish and such stunts."
Gustus groaned but made no protest.
"I think it's a very nice arrangement," decided Miss Towne. "Come girls, let's unpack and arrange the tent."
Kent's statement proved no idle boast. The boys could cook. And though the fare was simple during the entire holiday consisting of fish, caught in the lake, potatoes, baking powder biscuits and occasional additions of canned stuff, it was well prepared and there was plenty of it.