“We are very well satisfied where we are,” replied Harriet Burrell, smiling mischievously. “Of course, if you can give us any really good reason why we should move our camp, we will carefully consider your suggestion.”
“We have a nice place picked out for you. That’s why we want you to move,” declared George bluntly.
“Thay, are you trying to play trickth on uth?” demanded Tommy.
“Not at all. Hope to die, we’re not. You’ll see that we are not when you get to the camp we have chosen for you. Now, we’ll be down here early in the morning and move you right up to it. You won’t have to lift a hand toward making the new camp. But we must be going. It is getting late. You’ll surely be ready, won’t you? We shall be on hand early,” announced the captain, rising. “Come along, fellows, we have stayed too long already. The girls will begin telling us to go home if we don’t move.”
“Wait! You haven’t told us about the great secret,” cried Margery, unable to restrain her curiosity any longer. “Tell us now.”
“We’ll tell you all about it in the morning,” called back the captain.
“I want to know now about the great thecret,” shouted Tommy.
The boys scrambled up the side of the hill, shouting their good-byes as they hurried on toward their own camp, leaving the curiosity of the Meadow-Brook Girls unsatisfied.
CHAPTER III
KEEPING THE GIRLS IN SUSPENSE
“Aren’t they provoking?” pouted Margery.