"She's right," said Bessie. "You said when we got away from that gypsy that you'd had enough excitement for awhile, Dolly."
"Oh, well," Dolly pouted, "it is slow up here—no place to buy soda, no moving picture shows—nothing!"
"I call the swimming and the walks pretty exciting," said Zara. "I'm really learning. I went about twenty yards this afternoon."
"But I know how to swim, and one walk is just like another," said Dolly.
"Well, we'll have the field day pretty soon, and then, after that, we'll start on our long walk. There'll be plenty of excitement then, and one walk won't be just like another. I bet you'll be wishing for a train before we're down in the valley again."
CHAPTER VIII
A NOVEL RACE
The morning of the long-awaited field day dawned clear and bright. The camp was stirring with the first rays of the rising sun, that gilded the tree tops to the east, and painted the surface of the lake, smooth as a mirror, with a hundred hues. The day promised to be hot in the open, but there was no danger of great heat on the march, which was entirely through the woods.
"We won't worry about how hot it's going to be under the sun," said Eleanor Mercer as the girls sat at their early breakfast.