"Weary—I should say not!" cried Hilda enthusiastically.
"I'm as fresh as a daisy! Could climb a dozen ravines," added Elena.
"I'm not tired, but why do any more now?" sighed Nita.
"Because we want to drive that lazy spirit out of you!" retorted Zan, dragging the girl up to her feet.
"I thought we might take a hatchet and whittling knife with us on the hike and put them to use for our third test," suggested Miss Miller.
"We'll have to get a hatchet, or small axe at the house," answered Zan, with a frown at the idea of walking to the house again.
"No, I placed one of the hatchets in my tent after we had finished driving the stakes. Bill took his home I see, and Zan carried the one from the house back to the tool-house, for I watched her and mentally gave her an honour mark for placing things where she found them," commended Miss Miller, as she went to her tent and brought out a small hatchet and displayed the knife called for by the rule.
THE INTERESTING STUDY OF INSECT LIFE.