“They are queer boys,” observed Jane, with a shake of her head.
Harriet laughed gleefully.
“It is my opinion that the Tramp Club is preparing to play a joke on the Meadow-Brook Girls,” she declared. “However, I think we are well able to take care of ourselves. Miss Elting, what about this proposal to move the camp?”
“That is for you girls to decide. I see no objection to it. The boys no doubt wish to have us nearer to their own camp.”
“Why don’t they move down here, then?” questioned Jane.
“I hadn’t thought of that. What do you think?”
“I will think it over,” answered Harriet. “The morning will give us time to decide. We’ll sleep over it rather than decide hastily. I should like to know what that surprise is that they have planned for us; that is the kernel in the nut.”
“They just want to tease us,” complained Margery. “I don’t believe they have any surprise at all.”
“I think you are wrong, Margery,” replied Miss Elting. “Those boys surely have something that is to be a great surprise to us. If we don’t do as they wish, they may not tell us.”
“They will tell us,” nodded Harriet reflectively. “What do you girls say about moving camp?”