“You girls! You’d never dare go off in the woods alone, looking for a Gypsy camp; you’d get lost!” declared Phil.
“That shows how little he knows about the Camp Fire Girls!” exclaimed Marie. “Know then, rash youth, that we are instructed in the following of trails—Gypsy as well as Indian—that we know how to ‘blaze’ our way as well as do your boy scouts, and that, while we may not be adepts, still we can read some signs of woodlore. Can’t we, girls?”
“We can!” came in a chorus.
“I know that moss grows on the South—no, the East side of a tree!” said Alice. “At least I think it does. And the East star——”
“North star—moss on the North side, too!” broke in Mabel. “How forgetful you are, Alice.”
“I know I am. Anyhow, do you think we could find this Gypsy camp?”
“We’ll find it for you,” promised Jack. “What do you say to a trip on the water this afternoon?”
“In the launch?” asked Mrs. Bonnell.
“Unfortunately the launch is out of commission,” explained Blake. “Jack was trying to fix the carburettor and he got it out of adjustment.”
“I did not. It was broke before I touched it!” declared Jack indignantly.