“But Barbara’s foot,” insisted Mrs. Thurston weakly, in the first pause that gave her an opportunity to speak.
“Oh, Bab’s ankle will be all right, mother!” Mollie cried. “We have spoken to the doctor, and he says Bab will be jumping about as lively as a cricket in a few days.”
“Mrs. Thurston,” said Mr. Stuart, speaking in his heartiest voice, “I want to be allowed the floor in this conversation. I have something to propose on my own account. A party of friends of my sister’s and mine are going west on a sight seeing trip. Among them is a railroad president and his wife, and their private car is to be used for the tour. It would give me great pleasure to have you meet them and make your journey to St. Paul in their company. My sister wishes to assure you that you will find them thoroughly congenial and will no doubt enjoy the trip. To tell the truth, Miss Stuart has already written our friends to expect you, for I had determined that you should go at all events.
“As for our daughters,” he continued, “I am greatly interested in this camping scheme for them. I know, from my own experience, that nothing can be made more delightful than our modern fashion of ‘roughing it.’ I intend to make the necessary arrangements, and properly equip this camping party myself. I shall even run up to the Berkshires for a day or two, to look over the ground. I want to engage a guide for the party, and a woman to do the cooking. Then I must see if the little log cabin is all the circular says it is. It is rented out to camping parties all through the year. Come, Mrs. Thurston,” questioned Mr. Stuart, “don’t you think this is a good scheme for everyone?”
“Right you are, Mr. Stuart!” Bab called out rapturously. By this time Mollie and Ruth were both on the floor, with their arms around Mrs. Thurston.
“We do so want to lead ‘the simple life,’ dear Mrs. Thurston,” Ruth begged. “Think how splendid for us to have a month out of doors before we go back to hard work at school.” Ruth made a wry face. She was not fond of study, like Barbara. “We may spend a week or so in Lenox, to please Aunt Sallie. But most of the time we want to be right in the mountains. Let me see—there is Greylock, and Monument Mountain, and hosts of others not too far from Lenox. At least, we shall be able to see them from our mountain top. And we must escort Bab over to Rattlesnake Mountain, in honor of her well known fondness for those charming pets.”
“Oh, I’ll look after Bab,” Mollie spoke in superior tones.
“Mother,” said Barbara earnestly, “you must accept Mr. Stuart’s charming invitation, even if you think it wiser for us not to go on the camping trip with Ruth. I know you need a change. You have had so much worry, and now your mind is at rest.”
“Ruth,” said Mrs. Thurston, looking as bright and happy as one of the girls, “accept my best wishes for the ‘Robin Hood Band’ of ‘Automobile Girls!’ I am sure they will soon rival that celebrated set of woodsmen. Only, I beg of you, confine your adventures strictly within the limits of the law.”
“Then you mean that Bab and Mollie may go!” cried Ruth in tones of rapture. “But we don’t intend to play at being an outlaw band. Kindly regard us as early Puritan settlers in the New England hills, compelled to seek protection from the Indians in our log hut. I wish we could run across a few Indians up there; we shall be right on their old camping grounds. There are still some Indian trails in the mountains, but the Berkshires are so highly civilized, these days, we shall never find even a trace of a red man, or a red woman either!”