“I certainly do,” murmured plump Bess, who seemed to feel the sudden summer heat more than did Cora, or the more svelt Belle. “Oh, by the way, Cora! why do they call it Camp Surprise?”
“I meant to ask that, too,” added Belle. “It’s such an odd name.”
“And there’s an odd story connected with it,” said Cora. “I’ll have to ask mother about it. She merely mentioned it, and something else came up so I forgot to get the particulars. I’ll find out when we go back. But if you girls are really in earnest about starting our summer vacation a little earlier this year——”
“I most certainly am in earnest,” Bess said.
“And I,” added her sister.
“Then I’ll see what we can do,” went on the girl at the wheel. “Oh dear! I wish I hadn’t eaten those chocolates!” she exclaimed, making a wry face. “I ought to have known better. Candy always makes me thirsty, and I didn’t bring the vacuum bottle.”
Belle sat up, carefully removed, with the tip of her tongue, some brown chocolate stains from the tips of her pink, well-manicured fingers and, looking up and down the road, announced:
“That dear little tea room—Ye Olde Spinning Wheel—is only about a mile farther on. Suppose we go there? I’m dying for a cup of tea with lemon in it.”
“Oh, so am I!” added Bess. “They say lemon is thinning.”
“Then you’d better have lemonade with a leaf or two of tea in it,” said Belle.