“Aren’t they just too dear for anything?”
“And such an artistic color!”
“That olive brown is so becoming to you, Natalie.”
“Oh, I think it suits all of you as well!”
“Do let your hair down in those two long braids, Natalie, and be Pocahontas,” urged Mabel. “It is so becoming to you.”
“But it’s so hard to arrange afterward,” laughed breath-of-the-pine-tree.
“Oh, it hardly seems possible that we really can go off to the woods!” sighed Marie.
“And camp—just as the boys do—in a tent and not in a stupid hotel, or boarding house,” added Alice.
“And do our own cooking,” came from Mabel. “I do hope the oil stove won’t explode—or do whatever oil stoves ought not to do.”
“Don’t suggest it!” cried Natalie. “We don’t want to think of the unpleasant features. Think of the birds, and the green trees, and the land of the sky-blue water and——”