“We don’t really have to make plans now,” Grace qualified. “All we have to do is just to talk about them.”
“That’s about all we can do,” said Corene, “but we have all voted for a camp, haven’t we?”
A shout of enthusiastic assent followed the question.
“Then, just remember you have all promised to do your part toward making and keeping that camp,” warned the instigator.
“Do we take guns for big woozy wolves?” asked Grace, growling descriptively.
“And axes to cut down our timber with?” put in Cleo.
“Remember Buddie’s sling shot? I’ll be sure to take that for hooty owls,” added Louise.
“Please don’t get the idea that we may shoot things, or injure birds, or do any such cruel things,” counselled Corene. “Of course I know you wouldn’t hurt a spider, Louise,” she hurried to explain, “but I am still so filled with real camp rules I sort of blow them off now and again.”
“We will give you plenty of time and opportunity to apply your rules, Corey,” said Julia, “and just think, only three days more!”
“Oh, h—h—h!” came the chorus common to every school grade that actually faces the final “three days.”