“Or a Fresh Air Clinic for Flat-Dwellers!” added Hilda.
The others laughed provokingly when they saw Zan flush for they all liked to tease her.
Miss Miller saw the sudden gleam of anger flash from Zan’s eyes and quickly said: “Girls, I am now going to indite that letter to Bill Sherman for the tents—what shall I say and who wants one?”
“One for Nita, one for Elena, and one for me—and of course Zan wants one,” said Jane.
“I can use the same one Fiji and Bob had at the beach this Summer,” replied Zan, brightening again. “Jane, why don’t you use Jack’s, then the extras can go to Miss Miller and Hilda.”
“But Zan, I haven’t a place to camp,” said Hilda, dolefully.
“Then I s’pose you’ll have to borrow some of my roof,” returned Zan, in a matter-of-fact voice.
“Oh Zan, really! I won’t mind walking back and forth every morning and night if you don’t mind my using the roof!” sighed Hilda with relief so great that the others laughed.
The letter for Bill Sherman, the farmer at Wickeecheokee, was given to Zan to mail if her father approved of the camp-plan, and then the Guide excused herself and went out to see if the tea was ready to serve her guests.
That evening the six girls came in and Woodcraft reports were read; then they were invited to join the Band and the conditions of membership plainly outlined. Needless to add, that everyone agreed eagerly to abide by the rules and regulations read to them.