“You see, I shouldn’t leave you very long,” commented the director when the account was finished. “You are so attractive, even the frivolous stop to admire. And I have a lovely surprise for you.”
They took the flowers from her and “sat her down,” as if she were not really a girl but a queen among them.
“What’s the surprise?” cooed Madaline.
“The Norms are going to start a class in basketry; who wants to join?”
“Oh, baskets, the Indian kind, and the pretty raffia kind, and the——”
“Lunch basket kind,” Julia interrupted Grace. “We will join you, Mackey, won’t we, girls?”
Everyone agreed eagerly, and the first session was arranged to be held at Camp Comalong on the following afternoon.
“I thought after a few days things might get sort of samey,” said Cleo, “but as it looks now I wonder how we are going to get everything in? We must go riding soon, Louise.”
“We surely must, Clee. Let us keep the next afternoon after to-morrow free for that. I am just longing for a ride through those wonderful, green woods.”
“Maybe we will meet Buzzie and Fussie, and if we do——” threatened Cleo.