"Well, it looks like 'hats,' but I'm sure I didn't mean that. We settled that we'd wear Tam-o'-Shanter affairs, or caps, so it can't be hats. Oh, I have it. It's 'eats'—what are we going to do about food?"
"Papa says," spoke Grace, "that we can get lots of canned stuff up there. The store that used to supply the lumbermen is open. And we can send some cases of things from here. We can get fresh meat three times a week, and eggs from the farmers when they have any. So make a note of that, Little Captain."
"I will. But, as I understand it, the lumbermen have all left your father's camp now—it's in the hands of a receiver. Maybe the store will close."
"No, father said the country people depend on that store for their things. It wasn't just a camp grocery. It will be all right."
"Well, that settles the two important items of food and clothing," remarked Betty, checking them off on her list. "Of course we'll have to do considerable ordering, and decide on what variety we want to take, but that can be done later.
"Next, let me see what is next—oh, yes, how are we going to get to the camp—walk, ride, or——"
"Skate!" interrupted Mollie. "Why can't we skate there? It isn't so very far."
"And drag our baggage and sandwiches along behind us on sleds?" asked Betty.
"Too much work," declared Amy. "Let's hire a sled, get up a straw ride and go in style."
"Oh, say, what about Mr. Jallow? Do you think he will make trouble up there?" inquired Amy, glancing rather apprehensively at Grace. "You know you said your father told you about his beginning to cut timber and——"