“We’ll go ashore and have lunch now,” said Daddy Martin. “There is no use in catching more fish than we really need.”
“Are you going to cook some of them?” asked Hal. “I’d like to do that. It would be just like camping out, and, oh! I would like to camp out. Sometimes at night when I can’t sleep, I pretend I’m camping on an island with Princess Blue Eyes.”
“Well, that would be nice,” said Daddy Martin. “But I didn’t bring along anything with which to cook the fish, and, though I might manage to start a fire and broil some fish over it with a sharp stick for a fork, we don’t need to. We have a nice lunch all ready put up for us.”
“Maybe we can go camping some day,” suggested Ted.
“Maybe,” his father agreed.
“I know a fine place!” exclaimed Hal. “It’s on Star Island.”
“Where’s that?” Ted asked.
“Over there in the middle of the lake. You can just see it—that patch of green in the blue water,” and Hal pointed.
“Let’s go there now!” proposed Janet.
“It’s too far,” her father said. “Some other time we may go.”