“More so, I hope,” drawled Grace, adding with a little shudder: “For in an African forest they have wild animals for company while here——”
“We sha’n’t see anything wilder than a chipmunk,” chuckled the Little Captain.
“Suits me fine,” said Grace heartily. “Wolves and bears may be all right, but give me a chipmunk every time.”
“My, isn’t she brave?” said Mollie, admiringly, and the other girls chuckled.
“Tell us more about this little shack, Amy,” said Betty, after a while. “Is it very tiny, or is it big enough to contain us all without squeezing?”
“Henry said it is of fair size,” replied Amy, wrinkling her forehead in an attempt to remember details. “There are two rooms in it and the rooms are furnished in a rough sort of way, with home-made furniture.”
The Little Captain let go of the wheel long enough to clap her hands gleefully.
“Great!” she cried. “This gets better every minute. Think of it. A house ready-made for us, and furnished, at that.”
“Too much luxury,” drawled Grace.
It was the first day of July and the Outdoor Girls, never completely happy unless they were engaged in some outdoor sport, had embarked in their pretty motor boat Gem for a sail down the Argono river. Although the motor boat was really Betty’s property, the Outdoor Girls rather regarded it as their own. And indeed, when it is considered that none of the four ever used it without the other three, it was the same to them as though the ownership were actually theirs. As a matter of fact, what belonged to one of the Outdoor Girls automatically belonged to all of them.