“And now let’s talk about camping,” suggested Alice. “You boys—where can they go, Mabel?” and she appealed to the young hostess.
“Well, I like that!” cried Phil. “After all our work—togging up like ‘Lo, the poor Indian,’ and bringing you those names—to calmly tell us we can leave. I guess not. We’re going to stay, and help you arrange about your camp.”
“Oh, we can do it ourselves,” declared his sister. “We are going to be very practical Camp Fire Girls.”
“Yes, they’ll throw a whole pound of butter away because an ant happens to get in it, and they’ll wash dishes through two waters,” commented Jack.
“Why, don’t you always wash dishes through two waters, when you boys go camping?” asked Marie in surprise.
“Never! When we finish a meal we put the dishes to soak in the lake, and when we come back the fish have them clean for us!” declared Phil.
“Oh, you boys are hopeless!” laughed Natalie. “You must promise to reform, or you can never come to our camp.”
“Then you are really going to try life in the woods?” asked Jack.
“Of course!” exclaimed Marie. “Didn’t you think we meant it?”
The shaking of three heads told the story of doubt.