"I'm sure I don't know."
"And, mother," asked Betty, "what does make everything so pretty?"
"You ask mother a hard question."
"And oh, Mrs. Reece," exclaimed Jack, his thin, eager face shining with excitement, "everything in the world is so wonderful!"
"It's all so different in the winter," said Peter, in between bites of bread-and-butter. "It isn't half so nice, but I suppose it would be lovely if we could have you and Mr. Gile—"
"You dear child!"
"It is about three miles above here," the guide spoke, "on the last of the Dead River Ponds, where we shall find our first camping ground. I want you to look at it."
"And we'll be gone days and days."
"Goody! goody!" called Betty, clapping her hands. "And we'll sleep out-of-doors, cook out-of-doors, and do everything out-of-doors."
Every one smiled with her, for there was not a person there who was not looking forward with happiness to this trip.