“I met a lady this winter who has a house on the Palisades much nearer Fort Lee Ferry than our Alpine Camp was last Fall. She has heard of your Tribe and seemed eager to meet you. I might write and see if she knows of a spot near there,” said Miss Miller.
“Oh do, please, and maybe we can go the first warm Friday.”
“I might add that if the weather is fine we might make a regular Tribe camp of it and all camp over the week-end,” added Miss Miller.
The frowns and scowls that instantly showed on the faces of the five girls plainly told the Guide that the time was not yet at hand for the solving of the unpleasant problem.
At the first stop, which was Miss Miller’s home, Zan said: “Don’t forget that letter, Miss Miller.”
“I won’t, but I must say that you girls ought to pay more attention to individual Woodcraft interests and not so much to your delight in playing with the Brownies. It is downright selfish of you.”
Miss Miller said good-night to them and left them wondering at her displeased tone of voice.
“What did you do, Zan Baker?” cried Jane, amazed.
“I—I never did a thing to her!” said Zan half-crying with mortification.
“If Miss Miller is mad at us for anything I am going to ask her pardon ’cause I’d rather keep in with her than all the Woodcraft in the world!” declared Nita.