"And Zan is making most of her day of grace!" laughed Miss Miller, looking at her watch.
"How long did it take us, Guide?" asked Hilda.
"What time do you think it is?" asked Miss Miller.
"Must be 'most eleven," ventured Jane.
"Oh, no, it isn't more than ten," added Elena.
"It is ten minutes to one!" announced the Guide.
The girls were amazed. "Where did the morning go?" Zan wondered.
"So, you see, we must prepare lunch. And I was so eager to take you over to the garden and look over the vegetables to select some for our meals," said Miss Miller, with regret.
"And Nita's not back yet! I forgot all about her in the fun over the cupboard," said Zan, looking toward the bridge.
"Nita is in her tent. She was there when I returned to my tent with the papers," said Miss Miller, quietly.