“Right here,” replied Mollie, as she added the potatoes to the golden brown deliciousness in the frying pan. “Now what shall I do next, Betty?”
“You might get out the bacon,” suggested the Little Captain. “We’ll be ready for it in a few minutes. Meanwhile, I guess our fire needs more wood.”
And while Mollie rummaged for the bacon and Betty put more wood on the fire Amy “set the table.” There was home-made nut bread which Mrs. Billette herself had prepared for them, delicious ginger cookies, a jar of home-made preserves, and a huge coffee cake contributed by Mrs. Nelson.
“Looks as if we wouldn’t starve,” remarked Grace, contentedly. “Get out that pack of paper dishes and napkins, Amy, and we’ll be ready to eat. The grub’s ready.”
“Such language!” exclaimed Amy, as she set out four paper plates, four paper cups, and two or three larger plates which she announced were vegetable dishes. “You should say ‘Dinner is served.’”
“Grub’s all right,” protested Grace. “When in camp speak the language of campers, you know.”
“Bacon and eggs are ready,” announced Mollie at this point. “Who wants some?”
“What a question!” laughed Betty. “Here, hold your plates, everybody. First come gets the biggest piece of bacon.”
There was some wild old scrabbling over this, with Amy coming out winner.
“You nearly pushed me into the butter,” complained Grace, when Amy returned triumphantly with her prize.