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“Respected Members of Wako Tribe: I have watched with deep interest the manufacturing, by your Chief, of certain objects meant to celebrate a Hallow E’en party. I also heard that no particular place had yet been determined upon for this important camp-meeting, so I hasten to solve the problem for you.
“My family and a few friends expect to visit Wickeecheokee Farm this week-end and enjoy a nutting party in the woods. If Wako Tribe will accept our invitation, they can camp on the Bluff for this week-end and join us in our out-door fun. Mrs. Baker and the other guests will occupy the house, so you will not be disturbed in your Woodcraft meetings if you desire privacy.
“The autos will leave our house at four o’clock Friday afternoon. Please reply at once.
“Cordially yours,
“Frederick Baker, M.D.”
“Cordially yours,
“Frederick Baker, M.D.”
Long before Miss Miller concluded reading this communication subdued sounds of joy and excitement were heard from the girls, and the moment it was finished Jane cried:
“Did you know anything of this, Zan?”
“Cross my heart—not a thing!” declared Zan, earnestly.
“Did you know, Miss Miller?” questioned several girls, turning to the Guide.
“Not until Monday, when I was asked over the ’phone what I thought of the plan, and I said it was splendid.”
“I s’pose we will accept, eh?” asked Anne Mason, anxiously.
“Accept! Well I guess yes!” retorted Jane.