“Let them rave,” said Marjorie. “We’ve things to tell the boys, too.”
“They wouldn’t think that we do anything,” said Judy rather crossly.
“Maybe we could think up something different,” said Marjorie, a little worried. “Aren’t you having a good time, Judy?”
“My, yes! I didn’t mean that,” Judy said quickly. “I was just thinking what a grand time they must be having. I’d like to shoot rapids.”
“Come up again next summer and we’ll get Pat and Mal to take us on a canoeing trip.”
“You probably couldn’t get my mother to say yes.” Judy laughed. “Let’s go back to the house and see if we’re missing anything.” Just as they started back toward the Lodge they heard the loud honking of a car on the drive.
“Oh,” cried Judy, “I’ll bet the boys have come home. I wonder what made them come back before the week was out.”
“Something awful must have happened to one of them,” Marjorie gasped as they began to run as fast as they could.
Sure enough, the station wagon was parked in front of the Lodge and the boys were tumbling out of it.
“They certainly don’t look as though anything awful had happened to them,” Judy panted.