"And you and Mollie won't forget to find out for sure if you can go to the lumber camp; will you, Betty?" asked Grace. "Let me know as soon as you can."
"I'll call you up first thing in the morning," promised Betty. "I'm pretty sure I can go. Oh! what fun we'll have!"
"Any skating there?" asked Mr. Blackford.
"Oceans of it!" said Grace, who had asked her father many questions about the camp they expected to visit.
"How about ice boating?" inquired Will.
"You can have that, too. There isn't an ice boat in camp, father said, but not far away a man has a sort of winter bungalow, and he keeps a number. Maybe he'll lend us one."
"And can you run it?" asked Amy, timidly.
"It runs itself—you just sit in it and the wind blows it along. All you have to do is steer," said Grace.
"You're getting to be quite an authority," declared Mollie. "Oh, but I know we'll have a fine time!"
"And we'll come up too, sometimes," put in Will. "That is, if you girls will let us."