“A nice, wild, grizzly bear camp,” added Grace. She skidded over to the swing and squirmed in beside Louise.
“There are no bears at Lake Hocomo,” said Cleo, “that is, there are none there now; although to hear dad talk of his boyhood vacations there, one might think the zoo was originally stocked from that region. At any rate, Corey, splutter along with the plan, but don’t make me wash dishes. Leave them to the prize contestants,” with a shot of rose-ball at Grace.
“Very well,” decided Corene, “and this is my idea.” They all settled back comfortably now, for Corene did not usually give out her “ideas” until they had been very carefully formulated. She was the acknowledged leader in athletics among her group, she would rather go to the gym than to a party, she took toe dancing long after her friends gave up the “childish art,” and she had aspirations towards physical culture as a profession, to be adopted by her after she had acquired a thorough knowledge of everything pertaining to it. That was Corene’s way.
“We are all to go to Lake Hocomo this year,” she began in preliminary argument for the camp idea.
“Yes’m,” chirped Julia.
“And we are going to have our own riding club,” suggested Cleo, who would agree to anything that included horseback riding.
“All right, Cleo, that can be arranged, of course,” said Corene. “But it is not a—what do you call it?”
“Fundamental!” offered Louise.
“That’s it. We will decide first on our fundamentals. The very first is a camp. For that we must organize a patrol consisting of eight girls,” said the capable Corene.
“We can have those we had last year, and all of them have been attending Scout meetings this winter,” put in Julia.