“I’ll go if the others do,” conceded Alice.
“We’d have to have a chaperone,” remarked Marie.
“Mrs. Bonnell, our Guardian, would come, I think,” suggested Mabel.
“Then let’s accept the boys’ challenge!” exclaimed Natalie. “I don’t see why we can’t make a fire as well as they. As for cooking, there is so much that comes canned now that it’s really no trouble at all. We always live on canned things when our girl leaves.”
“Then it’s decided!” echoed Mabel, clapping her hands. “We’ll become real Camp Fire Girls. Now I must be going. Don’t forget—come over this evening. And, Phil, bring that Indian book.”
“I will,” he promised.
“Say, do you think they will go camping?” asked Jack, as his two chums took their leave, while his sister led her girl friends to her room to show a new dress she had bought.
“Never!” cried Blake. “They’re just bluffing.”
“It wouldn’t be a bad plan for us to go camping ourselves this summer,” remarked Phil.
“I’ll go you!” cried Jack.