“We can cut enough dandelion leaves in the morning to have a salad”; Mrs. Vernon glanced doubtfully at Ruth as she spoke.
Ruth caught the look and laughed: “Are you afraid I am going to boil over because you mentioned dandelions?”
“Well, I didn’t know how you might take it?”
“I’ll confess; I’d just as soon call the camp ‘dandelion’ as anything else, for now I appreciate what that digging did for us.”
“I’m so glad, Ruthy; now I can paint that sign. Do you know girls why I refused to hang out the sign you wanted? It was because we were not unanimous in the selection of a name. As Ruth’s objection is removed I will have the sign ready for next Sunday when the Allisons and Bentleys visit us.”
“Did you save that fine ash board you selected the very first day we came here?” asked Ruth.
“Yes, and to-morrow I’ll show it to you—ready to burn.”
“Burn?” came from four girls.
“Yes; I am going to etch the name ‘Dandelion Camp’ in the wood with a red-hot poker, and sketch the dandelions about the name in pyrography, also. Then we can tint the flowers and leaves. You haven’t any idea how soft and beautiful the burnt tones blend with yellow and green paints.”
“It sounds fascinating—I wish I could do it,” said Joan.