“Do them good,” answered George carelessly.
“We thaw the cup, Tham,” cried Tommy, leaping from the car.
“Well, seeing is believing.”
“And each of uth ith going to have it in her home. Jutht think of that!”
“Just think of it,” scoffed Sam. “Makes me dizzy to contemplate. Aren’t you girls eating in the middle of the day any more or are you fasting for the tournament?”
They hadn’t thought of luncheon. They had been absorbed with matters of much greater importance.
“I don’t see anything that looks like a campfire,” said Hazel, glancing about her.
George led the way to the rear of the tents, where he pointed proudly to a fireplace made of stones. Near it was a pile of dry wood, some soft for starting the fire, some hard for making a bed of hot coals.
“As you are not fasting, we shall proceed to get something to eat for you,” declared Captain George.
“No, indeed. You have done quite enough. We will get it ourselves,” answered Harriet, immediately setting about preparing the noonday meal, which in this instance would be eaten some time after noon. Her companions put on their aprons, and half an hour later Tramp Boys and Meadow-Brook Girls sat down to a light luncheon.