“Oh, we’re going in the motor boat,” Cora said. “I didn’t tell you, but mother learned that the roads around the camp were so rough that it would certainly spoil a car to take it to camp, so I wouldn’t take mine, anyhow.”
“Camp Surprise,” repeated the pretty cashier. “That sounds interesting.”
“I hope we don’t find it too much so,” returned Belle.
The plans for going to live at the bungalow with the odd name, which was situated in the mountains some miles west of Chelton, had been talked over at length, and an earlier trip than the one originally decided on had been voted for.
“Going in the motor boat! How nice!” cried Bess, as they went out of the tea room. “Then it doesn’t matter about your auto, Cora—I mean, of course—oh! I don’t mean that!” she cried, blushing. “Of course you want it back——”
“Well, I should say I do!” exclaimed Jack’s sister with mock indignation.
“I mean we won’t have to wait until you get your car back before going to Camp Surprise,” Bess went on.
“No,” agreed Cora. “That won’t delay us.”
“And now don’t you think you ought to tell us why the camp where we are going to spend most of the summer has such an odd name?” asked Belle.
“I’ve been meaning to this long while,” assented Cora, “but so many things have happened that I didn’t get to it. Come on, let’s sit out here on the porch, where it’s so nice, cool and shady, and I’ll tell you all I know.”