“Then you have decided to choose this site?” ventured the Captain.
“I thought you knew it! Of course this is what we want,” admitted Ruth, frankly. And Mrs. Vernon mentally gave her a credit-mark for forgetting self enough to speak her opinion honestly.
The drive back was much longer than going, even though the girls planned and plotted how to earn more money with which to buy everything they craved for that camp. It was to be a wonder-camp.
“I can add a dollar and seventy-five cents to the fund now,” announced Ruth, calmly.
“A dollar and s-e-v-e-n-t-y—five cents!” gasped the girls.
“Then I’ll have another dollar and a half before next Friday—if I keep on washing those nasty dishes every night!”
“R-rruth!” squealed Betty, throwing her arms about her friend’s neck.
“Ruth Bentley!” cried Joan.
“I cannot believe my ears!” added Julie, in a whisper.
Mrs. Vernon never said a word, but she did a lot of silent praying—thanking Him for this break in the clouds of human will and selfishness that the girl had always displayed hitherto.