Angela pulled herself up with a determined settling of her little rose-petal mouth. Swaying, stumbling, staggering, she ran on in one final spurt until she collapsed in her mother’s arms.
VIII
“And as soon as we finish the New Camp,” Honey said eagerly, “we must make another on the rocks at the north. That will be our summer place.”
“And as soon as we’ve finished that, let’s build a house-boat for the lake,” Billy suggested.
“Then let’s put up some hunting-boxes at the south,” Ralph took it up.
“There’s a good year’s work on the New Camp,” Frank reminded them.
“But after the New Camp and the Hunting-Boxes and the House-Boat—what?” Ralph asked a little drearily.
“Plenty to do,” Billy promised cheerily. “I’ve been working on a plan to lay out the entire island in camps and parks. Pete, I want to bring them over to you some night.”
“Come to-night,” Pete said eagerly.