“Why shouldn’t I rest after working so hard? Look at the wood I found,” retorted Eleanor.
“Why didn’t you lug it into camp? There’s no credit due you for finding a few sticks if you don’t carry out the task to fulfilment,” scorned Zan.
“Miss Miller, I’m sick of this business! I never was so hard worked in my life, and to think how everyone finds fault with me for not doing more,” said Eleanor, testily.
“I wonder if any of you girls stopped to think that you could start a list for your fish coups by knowing and studying the fish caught here. Suppose you all begin with these three kinds,” suggested Miss Miller, wisely.
“That’s so, we never thought of it,” cried Hilda.
“Dear me, why didn’t we try to place those fish this morning? Did you know them, Miss Miller?” asked Zan.
Eleanor was interested in the fish, too, and so another fatality for the new member was averted.
“I knew the white fish we had this morning, and I see here is another. That other fish I believe to be a sea-trout but we will have to verify that by asking the boys. They will know.”
“And that smaller one—if the boys know we will have three on the list already, won’t we?” said Zan, eagerly.
“Of course the boys know—they seem to imbibe knowledge of this sort by instinct. Why, a boy never has to learn to swim, he just flops in the water and sails along like a frog, while we timid females try and try again before we can get the stroke,” declared Hilda.