“Shall we have baked potatoes for lunch?” asked Madaline, sending her cup down to Louise to have it refilled with milk.
“I’m to cook lunch,” replied Cleo, “and you may help, Madie. I know you always did love to bake things. Remember the day you burned the big angel cake?”
Madie remembered, but claimed a broader knowledge of the culinary art now.
The day’s programme provided something for every hour, and after breakfast it was to be a swim. The weather was ideal for this, their first experience in the “wide open,” so that a swim was eagerly anticipated now.
“Fix your bunks; inspection first, you know,” ordered the leader.
How jolly it was! And how worth while to do things this way, which was the right way for this particular occasion?
The beds and their surroundings passed the director’s inspection, and then came the swim.
“We are all good swimmers,” Julia insisted. “I don’t really think we need have Mackey with us, if she should want to do something else.”
“Oh, I go with you,” replied Mackey. “The water is a matter of particular responsibility, and being good swimmers would not excuse me in case of accident.”
“Mother always feels that way and insists on being along with us,” added Louise reflectively.