The idea of meeting a prince (the girls easily believed the pretty boy in the velvet suit was at least a near-prince) brought to the Chickadees a delicious thrill.
“You know,” reasoned Thistle next morning, “the Manton’s are government people, and there are lots of foreign nobles down at Washington.”
“That’s so,” agreed Doro. “He might have come up to the woods for his health.”
The tent was quickly made ready for inspection and when the woodcraft class was dismissed, the girls were free to make the all-important call.
It was but a short distance from Camp Chickadee to the Nest, and the four girls, constituting the committee, covered the ground speedily.
Vita answered the knock and told Pell, who was spokeswoman, that: “Mrs. Manton no come back yet.”
Nora not only heard the voices but she had seen the girls coming, and feeling that she, as a member of the family, should “do the honors,” she summoned courage to greet the callers.
“Cousin Teddie will not be back before lunch time,” said Nora sweetly. “Won’t you come in and wait?”
“Oh, no, thank you,” faltered Thistle, observing one truant curl that had escaped the confines of Nora’s field hat. “We may come over later in the afternoon—after drill,” finished the Scout.
Pell was more composed. “Are you visiting Rocky Ledge?” she asked cordially.