Her abrupt departure left a sort of “hole in the group.” While she was there the others felt a fascination, that usually accorded to mystery, and perhaps she as much as Miss Mackin’s thrilling story had furnished the evening’s interest. But during all the time she exchanged no word even of comment, and some of the girls suspected that the “kidnapping” perpetrated by Grace and Cleo had been more real than imagined.
“What joy!” enthused Margaret, looking up to see if she could find the stars blinking after having her eyes glare-shot by the fire. “To think we are going to sleep out here in the woods!”
“And we must make our inspection now,” announced the careful director. “Corene, you are leader; get the lantern, please.”
Willingly the Scout mentioned sprang to obey, when the “plink-plink-plink” of Ukes, and a soft hum of voices stole down to their grounds.
“A serenade!” exclaimed Louise.
“Oh, goody! We will have more campfire!”
Presently the music filled the clearance, and, as suspected, the serenaders were upon the scene.
“The girls from Norm!” cried Julia. “Isn’t this just too lovely!”
Then sang the singers:
“There are girls that make us happy,
There are girls who make us sad,
There are girls who never can stop gig’ling
And they’re girls who make you awful mad!
But the girls we serenade this evening
With this ukeleled sing-a-song,
Are the Bobbies with our stolen Mackey,
In the lovely new Camp Comalong!’