"Where are we going next, Miss Mercer?"
"What are we going to do?"
"Shall we get to the seashore this summer?"
"Later on, I expect," she answered, to the last question. "You do love the beach and the surf, don't you? Well, so do I, and I expect we shall want to spend a little time there. But first I've a plan I think some of you will like even better."
"We're sure to like anything you plan, Miss Eleanor," said Dolly, with enthusiasm. "I don't believe any Camp Fire has as nice a Guardian as you. It seems to me you spend all your time thinking up ways of giving us a good time."
"What is the new plan?" asked Margery. "I wonder if I can guess?"
"I don't know. You might all try, and see how near you come to it."
"I think we're going to go home by walking!" said Margery.
"I believe we'll go through the chain of lakes that begins at Little Bear in a boat, or in boats!" said Dolly.
But, though they all took turns in guessing, Eleanor only smiled wisely when the last guess had been made.