“They seem to; although, land knows, I didn’t expect them to. You see, Orilla couldn’t give up the idea of this being her headquarters and I, poor dumb-bell, just helped her carry it along.”
“Well, there’s no harm done,” said Nancy calmly.
“No harm done! Wait till I get you to read that telegram. There, read it and—rejoice!”
Nancy read the message. It stated that the children, a dozen of them, would arrive at Craggy Bluff on the morning train and directed the recipient of the message to be sure to meet them with cars!
“Oh,” said Nancy. “That is rather complicated, isn’t it, for it’s addressed to you?”
“Bet your life it is,” flashed Rosa. “And please tell me quickly, pretty maiden, and all that, what’s a girl to do about it?”
“You don’t suppose Orilla has the camp ready?”
“I know she hasn’t. She sent message after message, or I did for her, to keep them back. But now they’re coming to-morrow!”
“Then, let them come, that’s all,” said Nancy.
“Yes, just like that,” Rosa continued to joke.