“Let’s vote then,” Nita suggested. “We are sure to be satisfied if we all have our say.”
“Being chairman of the executive committee,” said Cologne, “I call for a vote.”
“Make it a straw vote,” Tavia said. “I’ll get the straws. Long will be for, and short against.”
When the straws were counted the decision was for Glens; and so that matter was disposed of.
It took a full hour to make all the plans, and Dorothy’s ready originality was greatly missed. It was the first time in her days at Glenwood that she had not helped plan the “rumpus.”
Finally the group scattered, most of the girls taking to the pretty lake for either canoeing or rowing. Ned and Tavia went in the canoe with the closed ends, or air compartments, while Dick took a party of the newcomers out in the big, red rowboat, with the golden “G’s” on either side.
In the narrows, a part of the stream so called because the trees leaned over there, Tavia’s canoe passed Jean Faval’s.
“She ought to learn to paddle,” Tavia remarked. “See how she digs.”
“But she looks pretty—I guess that’s the main point—with Jean,” replied Ned.
“She’s going to turn,” Tavia said. Scarcely were the words uttered than Jean did turn—right out of her canoe into the waters of Sunshine Lake.