“Unpleasantness is—good!” affirmed Phil. “We’ll just throw them overboard, Nat, if we find any of them have our canoe, and then all the unpleasantness will be on their side.”
“Oh, boys! You couldn’t!” and she seemed really alarmed.
“Of course they won’t,” said Alice witheringly. “Don’t let them scare you.”
“Well, we’re going to get our canoe,” declared Phil doggedly.
But though the boys kept a sharp lookout on their way to the Point they saw no signs of their missing craft. Once at the Point, which was a sort of gathering place for the campers and cottagers from all the coves and inlets of the lake, the boys gave their orders for groceries, and then danced with the girls, for the nightly hops were a feature there.
“‘A good time was had by all,’ as the Weekly Clarion of Hensfoot Corners will say next week,” remarked Blake, as the little party prepared to go back to camp.
“It was enjoyable,” declared Natalie who was very fond of dancing. “I hated to come away.”
“I’ll go back with you,” offered Blake. “We can get a boat to bring us over.”
“You’ll do nothing of the kind!” exclaimed Mrs. Bonnell, with a laugh. “It’s time my Camp Fire Girls were home and in bed.”
“Oh, very well, Nat,” sighed Blake. “Some other time.”