"We're going to have it for dinner, and save the steak for to-morrow. Now, you all watch and see how I make a juicy pot-roast of this beef."
That noon the Band had the beef, string beans, lettuce and rhubarb. A dinner fit for a prince—so they said.
At the Council that day Zan made her proposition. "Miss Miller suggested that we each receive a demerit for slang. Now, I firmly believe that something should be given to offset those marks, so I propose that for every helpful idea given the Band, we be permitted to erase a demerit, or be given a merit to balance the final reckoning!"
The Guide's eyes twinkled at the plan, for she saw the zeal the girls were feeling in the work. She thoroughly approved Zan's suggestion, as it would prove an incentive to sharpen their wits as well as refrain from slang talking.
As the motion was carried unanimously it was entered in the Tally Book as one of the rules of the camp.
At the adjournment of the Council some one suggested that they all walk over to Hamilton's and thank the owner for presenting Wickee to them.
"Then we won't get back in time to swim!" objected Nita.
"Why not hitch up Cheokee and drive over?" said Zan.
"Better still, let me drive Cheokee over and you girls walk the required distance in the hour and win a coup; on the return we can drive and get back in time for a swim, too!" advised the Guide.
"Fine! That's a go!" cried Jane eagerly.