“I sha’n’t sleep a wink to-night!”
“I don’t believe you left the olives and other things out at all—you’ve made a mistake.”
Thus did the chums of breath-of-the-pine-tree try to refute her statement.
“Are you sure, Natalie?” asked Mrs. Bonnell.
“Positive,” was her answer.
“She wouldn’t be likely to forget if Jack asked her to do anything,” declared Marie with a laugh.
“I thought it was Blake,” said Mabel.
“Stop it!” demanded Natalie with a stamp of her small foot, encased in a boating shoe, while the red surged up under her olive coat of tan. “Some one has been here!” she added.
“Yes, and a can of peaches is gone!” declared Mrs. Bonnell, looking along an improvised shelf, where some canned goods had been set. “I remember noticing that there was one on the very end of the row,” she continued, “and now it is missing. Some one has been taking liberties with our camp.”
“Tramps,” suggested Mabel.