“Surely,” said Cora, and Walter nodded assent.
The berry hunt was not very successful, though a few early ones were found. However, it served as an incentive to call the young folks farther afield and up the mountainside, and they found new beauties of nature at every step.
“This is the nicest place I was ever in,” declared Hazel.
“I like it, too, almost as well as any place we ever picked out for our vacation,” said Belle. “My hair doesn’t get so slimpsy as at the beach.”
“We’re getting beautifully tanned, instead of the lobster-red I always turn at the shore,” said plump Bess.
“Say, hadn’t we better begin to think of turning back?” asked Cora, after a while, when the few berries that had been gathered had been eaten, though Jack begged that they be saved for a pie.
“Yes, it’s getting late,” said Paul, looking at his watch. “And we have a few miles to go.”
“I should say they were a few!” chimed in Walter. “Seven at the least back to Camp Surprise.”
“Don’t say that!” begged Bess. “You’ll have to carry me.”
“All right. We’ll make a litter of poles and drape you over it in the most artistic fashion,” said Paul. “Do you prefer to be carried head or feet first?”