Presently, Doris caught sight of an attractive grove of trees ahead.
“That’s just the spot!” she declared. “Cool and shady and not too close to the road.”
Dave parked the roadster just off the highway and they took the hamper over to the grove.
“This is a dandy place,” Kitty approved. “I believe there’s a spring back there among the rocks.”
Dave had been gazing thoughtfully toward a sign.
“I’m not sure that we should have stopped here,” he said.
“Why not?” Doris demanded quickly.
“We seem to have camped pretty close to the entrance to the Glenville Roadhouse. However, we’re not on their property.”
“What difference does it make?” Kitty asked innocently.
“Well—” Dave hesitated. “This roadhouse doesn’t have much of a reputation, so I’ve been told.”