“Well, we are!” insisted Alice. “Where would be a good place to go?”
“Green Lake!” answered the trio of youths as one.
“That’s because you boys have been there two or three times,” remarked Marie.
“No, but really it is,” went on Blake, who, having signaled to his chums by a series of winks, took the leadership in the argument he hoped would be convincing. “Green Lake is handy to get to, there are fine woods, there is good water to drink, plenty of camping sites, and the lake can’t be surpassed. There are boats to hire—motors and others—and supplies are easy to get. It’s the best place around here to camp. We boys are going there this summer——”
“Are you?” interrupted Natalie.
“We are!” declared Jack. “And, if you like, when we go up to make arrangements we’ll hire a place for you.”
“Shall we let them, girls?” and Alice appealed to her chums.
The girls looked at each other. Their eyes were sparkling with the light of new resolves. They had never gone camping though the three who had brothers had spent a day in the latters’ tents on the shores of Green Lake, about fifty miles away, where the boys had, once or twice, enjoyed their summer vacations. But for some years past, woodland life seemed to have lost its charms. Now, with the advent of the Camp Fire Girls organization, it seemed likely to be revived.
“Shall we?” repeated Alice.
There came a tap on the door, and Mabel, going to answer it found the maid there.