“Oh, we haven’t told you we are going to give up camp,” exclaimed Grace. “We really haven’t had a chance to tell you anything, Peg.”
“Not when you insisted that I do all the talking,” replied the other. “But why are you going to desert camp?”
“In the interest of humanity,” said Julia, solemnly. “We are going to give it to some children who need it more than we do.”
“Am I included?” asked Peg. She was almost dressed, and some of the girls were hurrying to be ready before she left for the hills.
“You simply can’t go without breakfast,” insisted Miss Mackin. “We will have coffee ready in less than no time——”
“But here is Shag, back,” interrupted Peg. “What is it, boy? What’s going on up there?”
He wagged his tail and “smiled” and flipped his ears. The big collie tried to lead his young mistress to the outdoors, at least he moved that way himself and gave Peg a most appealing look from his big, soft, brown eyes.
“We’re coming,” Peg answered him. “Girls, it is perfectly delightful for us to be at camp and I have been envying you this joy all summer, but if you will excuse us, we are so anxious to get back to our abandoned home——”
“Are you going to leave your valuables in our safe?” asked Louise.
“I would like to—if it wouldn’t worry you too much——”