“Going to wash dishes?” teased Julie, winking at Eliza.
“Nope! But I’m going to keep the grounds clean. I have to pick up papers and see that nothing is littered around. Every time I leave trash about, I get fined, so I’ll have to be awake.”
“What splendid practice that will be for you, Johnny. When you come back home, you ought to have the habit so strong that Eliza won’t have to run after you at every step,” declared Julie.
“I know John will make a fine scout for that work,” added Betty.
Being a regular boy, John wouldn’t thank Betty for her kind words but he mentally decided that she was a bear!
The beefsteak mushrooms were a great success and no one could tell what they were eating. Boiled potatoes, artichokes, dandelion salad with Eliza’s French dressing, and a gravy of browned flour, made a fine dinner to go with the steak. Then followed the berries and generous slices of fresh layer cake brought from home. When dinner was over, John frowned and said: “Is this all we get?”
“All! my goodness, isn’t it enough?” demanded Julie.
“Not for Sunday’s dinner. I bet we’ll have a regular feast at our camp, all right!”
“You couldn’t have such cake if you baked for ages!” retorted Julie.
“Cake—pooh! Fellers don’t want cake. We want man’s dinners,” bragged the boy.