“I heard Verny asking about Dunstan’s Cabin, and I bet she plans for us to walk there,” quickly added Julie.
Mrs. Vernon smiled at this added proof of Julie’s mental alertness, but she shook her head as she said: “Not a walk, but a ride.”
“A drive, you mean,” corrected Joan.
“No—just what I said. There will be horses from Freedom brought to camp before eight to-morrow, if it is clear,” explained Mrs. Vernon.
“Good gracious! I haven’t any habit!” exclaimed Ruth.
“We will ride in the bloomers we wear at camp,” said the Captain.
“I never knew there were enough saddles in Freedom for all of us,” laughed Julie.
“That is what I went to find out,” said Mr. Gilroy. “The man, Mark, who has charge of the stable, told me he could hire some from the farmers round about. He is going to bring up the horses in the morning and take them back in the evening.”
“What will he do meantime, to kill time here?” asked Joan.
“He said he would make some bird-boxes for you, and nail them up in various trees, so you can entice the birds to nest here.”