Eleanor was gone a long time without having brought in any wood when Hilda was asked to go in search of her.
“Good gracious me! Not only does Eleanor make a burden of herself for the Band but now she needs a nurse to watch and keep her from mischief!” declared Hilda, impatiently.
Hilda ran off and Zan stood watching her out of sight. Then she turned to the Guide: “Now what next?”
“I have just been thinking that we might have potatoes with fish for lunch and save that chowder for supper when the visitors are here.”
“Um—it’s very filling, I have heard,” commented Zan.
Miss Miller laughed. “Yes, and it needs a long time for cooking well. Besides, we won’t need to waste any good time over an elaborate meal with that chowder to found on.”
“Will there be fish enough to go round?” asked Zan.
“Yes, Jack brought up several fine fish that Fiji and he caught at dawn this morning, so we ought to fare very well.”
Hilda now came back with Eleanor strolling after her—Hilda carrying the heavy load of wood, and Eleanor whipping the heads from some late goldenrod with a switch.
“I found her stretched out on some moss blinking up at the blue sky!” reported Hilda, disdainfully.