CHAPTER VIII
ON THE MARCH AGAIN
After supper, when the others who had done the good work of rebuilding were ready to go, all the girls of the Camp Fire lined up in front of the new house and sped them on their way with a cheer and the singing of the Wo-he-lo cry.
“Listen to that echo!” said Dolly, as their song was brought back to them. “I didn’t notice that last night. Is it always that way?”
“Always,” said Tom Pratt. “Folks come here sometimes to yell and hear the echo shout back at them.”
“Good!” cried Eleanor. “That supplies a need I’ve been thinking of all day!”
“What’s that, Miss Mercer?” asked Mrs. Pratt.
“Why, if you are going into the business of supplying eggs and butter to the summer folk at the lake and to others in the city, you’ll need a name for your farm. Why not call it Echo Farm? That’s a good name, and in your case it means something, you see.”