“Lost,” explained Jack, sententiously.
The adventures of the day were gone over again at a joint supper, the boys being invited in by the girls.
“You aren’t doing any housekeeping at all,” Cora complained to Jack, afterward.
“What’s the use when you girls are such good cooks?” he asked with a laugh. “We’re thinking of hiring a chef, anyhow, and then we’ll reciprocate and give you a good feed.”
A trip down the mountain stream to where it widened into a lake was the plan for the next day, and an early start was made, Mrs. Floyd and her husband stating that they had to go to town to do some shopping, and would not be back before night. They started before the young folks left, and the girls locked their bungalow as they came out.
Nothing of moment occurred on the trip to the little lake, if the fact that Jack fell in up to his knees, while trying to get some pond lilies for Hazel be excepted.
“Well, I wonder if anything happened while we were away?” asked Cora of Walter, as they neared their camp on the return trip.
“Why do you suggest that?” he queried.
“Oh, I don’t just know. I have a funny sort of feeling ‘in my bones,’ as mother used to say.”
Cora had the key and opened the door. The boys were coming in, as they usually did, and stood waiting for the girls to enter.