"We have come across quite a few," admitted Cleo. "But this old man was nice; I liked him."
"Why didn't you ask him for a pass to the island then?" remarked Louise. "That still seems to be forbidden territory."
"Yes, something like 'No Man's Land'. But did any one ever hear of 'No Scout's Land?' That's the beauty of belonging to a privileged organization."
"Queer thing how every one warns us to keep away from there," said Julia. "Every one but Bentley. Wonder what he would say if we asked him for a pass!"
"That's a brilliant idea, Julie," declared Margaret. "The very thing to do is to ask Ben."
"I knew that boy's name ought to be something with Ben in it," remarked Grace. "I seemed to outline it in his face when he reminded me of my own wild, but adorable little brother Ben. Of course, we never see our own boys down here except at meals, or we might get them to help us."
"We don't even get ours at meals," said Helen. "Mother says we might better all be in a hotel or boarding house, for all the home life we get out of our cottage."
"Let's stop at our place and finish up our scout meeting," suggested Cleo. "The storm sort of broke up our session."
So Leonore accommodatingly let them down in front of the Log Cabin, and on the spacious rustic porch there the interrupted meeting was again convened.
"Grace, if you are going to act as secretary, I think you should keep records. When our summer is over we shall enjoy looking back at them."