"I don't think it can last!" said the Guide.
"Oh, don't say it so dubiously, Miss Miller. Haven't we had enough of rain all week?" cried Jane.
"It is through now, however! The wind has veered!" exclaimed Hilda who had gone to the side-door and watched the weather-vane on the barn.
"The wind may change again within a moment's time," ventured the Guide.
"Oh, pshaw! We'd rather take a chance on the weather than stay cooped here any longer!" said Elena, backed by the sense of being shut up in a house, even though the day had been disagreeable.
"Well, are we going to start for the Bluff?" came from Zan.
"Yes, but we may as well take our left-over dinner with us. It won't be such fun to get that camp-fire burning in the soaked fire-place," replied Hilda.
As the suggestion was a good one, the girls each took a dish or pail and started on the trail to camp.
"It really is too bad we couldn't take the cheerful fire with us—but I left the wire shield in front of it, in case it blazes up again," remarked Nita.