“Mabel!” gasped Natalie.
“Oh, Mabel!” whispered Marie.
“Who ever said that?” demanded Alice.
There was a momentous pause.
“We seem to have stirred up trouble,” said Blake softly.
“They’ll never go camping!” came from Jack. “Here, I’ll offer a challenge—we all will. If you girls go to a genuine, bonafide camp, live by yourselves in tents, make the camp fire, cook your own meals, the same as we fellows do—why we’ll come up and see you once in a while. How’s that?”
“And bring you each a two-pound box of the best candy in town,” added Phil.
“And take back all we’ve said,” went on Blake.
“Boys,” began Mabel, somewhat solemnly, “we never gave this consideration until now. That is the others didn’t. But it has been in my mind since we thought of becoming Camp Fire Girls. I don’t see why we can’t go off in the woods this summer. It would be jolly,—I think.”
“Lovely,” breathed Natalie.