“Which means that they will be away late enough so that they won’t have to come to rescue us,” said Mabel.
“There will be no need this time,” asserted Mrs. Bonnell. “I have the little axe with which to blaze the trees.”
“It sounds like a French lesson, doesn’t it?” asked Alice, with a laugh.
“The hairpins did very well,” said Natalie with another laugh, at the remembrance of their pretty Guardian-chaperone diligently scratching the bark of the white birch trees with her wire coiffeur retainers.
The day after the boys had “played tag with the hornets,” as Alice put it, there had been rain, but the Camp Fire Girls had put in the enforced idle time to good advantage by getting ready for the trip to Bear Pond.
Marie had artfully interviewed Reuben when he came with some eggs, and had carefully jotted down the directions to be followed. He told them of a shorter route to the place, necessitating a little longer row, but less of a walk.
Then they had carefully packed some baskets of provisions, and had even arranged to take along some coffee, and an old pot in which to boil it over an open fire.
“Well, I guess we’re ready to start,” announced Mrs. Bonnell, after an early breakfast.
“Did you bring the compass?”
“How many bottles of olives did you put in?”