“Well, I’m mighty hungry,” put in the irrepressible Mabel.
“Here are the eats,” whispered Charlie. “Hot-dog sandwiches and long green pickles and ginger ale, but you have to drink out of the bottles.”
Jane and Mabel could not help being amused to see the elegant persons who had been so superior not half an hour before and too refined even to bathe in the ocean with the common herd actually sitting down on the beach with them, whom they had so ignored, and sharing the crude luncheon with ill-concealed gusto.
“Excitement always makes me hungry,” sighed Mabel to one of the chinless youths who was daintily munching a long dill pickle.
As for Lorna’s flattering friends, they watched to see what she would do and then did likewise even to the extent of a vulgar hot-dog sandwich.
“I don’t know whether it is good for anyone who has been so near drowning to eat such food, but I guess you can try it, little Sister,” laughed Breck.
The warm sun quickly dried the wet suits. Color came back into the wan faces and laughter was on the lips that had so recently uttered only moans. It was a merry party. No one could be stiff and elegant very long with the Boojummers headed by the amusing and altogether natural Mabel.
Breck watched with pleasure his sister’s interest in Jane. His father’s eyes were never off his son’s fiancée and in them it was plain to read supreme satisfaction and approval.
And is this not a very good place to leave our Camp Fire Girls? They have had a wonderful summer trying to live up to the principles taught by their organization. Some of the beads they have won will not show on their strings but will be what Mabel called “character beads.”