“Not if they see us first,” chuckled Harriet. “Oh, what we won’t do to them when we get the opportunity.”
“Jane must have had quite a time putting up the tent without assistance,” remarked Miss Elting. “She did it very well, too.”
Harriet was making the fire with Hazel’s assistance, Tommy and Margery were preparing for their baths. Twilight was upon them before they realized it. By that time the supper was cooking, the coffee steaming, the savory odor of food filling the air about them. The melons were reserved for the dessert. These had ripened and were now soft, sweet and delicious.
“Girls, it is worth four dollars and eighty cents to have such melons, isn’t it?” smiled the guardian.
“Yes, indeed,” chorused the girls.
“I wonder what has become of the Tramp Club,” mused Harriet.
“You will not see any more of the Tramps for a while,” laughed Hazel. “It is a wonder to me that we haven’t seen any real tramps since we have been out on this trip. At potato-digging time one usually sees a great many of them.”
“We haven’t been on the road much, or perhaps we should have seen more of them. That is one advantage in keeping away from the highways. One meets few live things in the fields except the birds and occasionally sheep and cattle.”
“Not to mention bulls,” finished Harriet laughingly. “Speaking of tramps, I believe I just saw one over yonder,” added the girl.
“Are you joking?” questioned the guardian.