“What shall we wave?” some one asked, and another cried, “O, towels, handkerchiefs—anything. But hurry!” and they did, reaching the Lookout breathless and laughing, to see the yacht resting like a great bird on the blue water, and the small boat already nearing the point.
“Get your breath, girls, then—the wohelo cheer,” said Miss Anne.
Two score young voices followed her lead, and as they chanted, the white banners fluttered in the breeze. Instantly there came a response from the boat in fluttering handkerchiefs and waving caps, while the girls below on the landing echoed back the wohelo greeting.
But when the boat rounded the point the voices of those on the landing wavered into silence. They were too glad to sing as they saw Laura and Olga coming back to them—they could only wait in silence. Lizette’s lips were quivering nervously and Elizabeth’s blue eyes were full of happy tears. Even Sadie for once was silent, but she waved her handkerchief frantically to the two boys who were gaily swinging their caps. When the boat reached the landing, however, and the girls crowded about Laura and Olga, tongues were loosened, and everybody talked.
“How well Olga looks!” Mary cried.
“Doesn’t she? I’m so proud of her for gaining so fast!” Laura laughed.
“I couldn’t help gaining with all she has done for me,” Olga said with a grateful glance.
“And you’ve come to stay? Do say you have, Miss Laura,” the girls begged.
“Of course, we’re going to stay—we’ve been homesick for the camp,” Laura answered.
“That’s splendid. We’ve missed you so!” they cried.