“It is the Sea Gull,” Elsie confirmed her, “and they are lowering a boat already.”
“O, tell us if Miss Laura gets into it, and Olga,” cried Lizette.
“Two men—sailors, I suppose, two girls, and two boys,” Elsie announced.
“Then it’s Miss Laura and Olga and Jim and Jo Barton,” Frances cried joyfully.
A favorite rendezvous at the camp
“Let’s hurry down to the landing to meet them,” Mary Hastings proposed, and instantly the whole group turned and raced back to camp to leave the glass, with the joyous announcement, “Miss Laura’s coming, and Olga. We’re going to the landing to meet them.” And waiting for no response they sped through the pines to the landing-steps, Elsie snatching up a flag as she passed her own tent.
“Let’s all go,” one of the other girls cried, but Miss Anne said,
“No, let Miss Laura’s girls have the first greeting—they all love her so! But we might go to the Lookout and wave her a welcome from there.”