“Yes, Tally, the girls are going, I think,” answered Hester.
The girls helped Tally with the breakfast.
“Tally, did you try the temperature of the stream just below camp?” called Mr. Vernon, curling up under his blanket in the chill of the early morning air.
“Shore! he’em fine an’ warm, Boss,” laughed the Guide.
“All right, then! turn on the faucet and I’ll use my luxurious tiled bath very shortly,” replied Mr. Vernon.
“He’s right, Tally,” retorted Mr. Gilroy, poking his head out from under his blankets; “his bath will be short—on this frosty morn.”
“Both you lazy men ought to be ashamed to have five scouts up and dressed before you even dream of ordering your daily bath,” called Mrs. Vernon from the tent which had been turned into a ladies’ dressing-room.
“How can we get up, when we have no valet or dressing-room?” replied Mr. Vernon.
“We are going to fish now, so you men can have the use of our tent while we are landing the trout,” said Julie, going over to the place where the fishing tackle had been left by Mr. Vernon and Mr. Gilroy the night before.