“I’ll consider the last speaker’s sensible remark,” said Mr. Remington, rising from the log seat. “But I need to retire to weigh the case impartially.”
“You’re not going away, are you?” cried Billy, as his father walked from the circle.
“It’s long past bed-time and Baby is nodding,” explained Mrs. Remington.
The Guide looked at her wrist watch and then exclaimed: “Goodness me! It is past eleven o’clock’.”
“The parting song and then we say good-night,” said Zan, and the Woodcrafters all stood to join in the Indian hymn.
The next morning found the indoor campers as eager for fun as youngsters ever are, and seeing that the weather was still threatening rain but was not actually fulfilling its threat, made the Band declare for some out-door sport without delay.
While the breakfast dishes were being washed and the room put in order, voices were heard on the way from the garage. In a few minutes, the Baker boys, and Jack, with the Remington boys, peeped in at the double doors.
“Hello there! Fred Remington invited us over for a hike. Didn’t think you girls would be here, as you were sure of going to Orange Mountain,” said Fiji.
“Pooh, I know you, Fiji Baker! You never thought of a hike until you heard from Dad that we were here. I bet anything you called up Fred Remington first and asked him to invite you over!” declared Zan, nodding wisely.
“Well, I don’t know that it matters much who is right—but it remains a fact that now we’re here we may as well entertain you girls,” said Jack Hubert.