When the girls drove in at the farm-gate Bill was nowhere in sight, so they backed the carriage into the shed and unharnessed the horse alone.
The greater part of the afternoon had been spent in driving and there was just time for a bath, before supper had to be started.
It took but a few minutes to get out of camp clothes and slide into union suits. It had become quite the natural thing to see each other in the union suits and no further thought was given to it.
The girls were eager to try their courage again and soon were splashing and shouting, Zan suggesting ways and means of keeping afloat, or trying a stroke. Suddenly, Miss Miller stood up in the water near the willow and exclaimed, "Oh, what a cute puppy!"
The girls bobbed up quickly and looked in the direction of the Guide's glance. There sat a half-grown collie pup on the edge of the Bluff looking knowingly down at the bathers.
"Oh, you little darling! Come here!" called Zan, snapping her fingers at the pup.
The doggy wagged his tail violently and jumped up and down, giving funny little barks.
"Isn't he too cunning for anything!" said Elena.
"Come down here—here, doggy, doggy!" coaxed Jane.