Hazel did not know what to say, and the girls could not help laughing, in spite of themselves at the antics of Jack and his two chums.
“Welcome to Camp Surprise,” said Mrs. Floyd as the girls followed her into the house, or rather, bungalow, for it was of that style of architecture, and was but a story and a half high. The boys followed the girls, Mr. Floyd and the driver bringing up the rear with the valises.
“Do we eat with the family, or at second table?” Jack demanded.
“You shan’t eat with us if you don’t behave,” his sister threatened him. “Do quiet down, boys. Mrs. Floyd may not like——”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, Miss Kimball,” the chaperon hastened to say. “I’ve raised a family, and I know what boys are.”
“If she doesn’t she’ll find out before those three leave,” observed Belle.
The buckboard rattled off in the darkness and the young people were thus thrown on their own responsibilities as far as getting away from the place was concerned, for it was near no railroad.
“Isn’t he afraid to go home alone?” asked Belle.
“Who?” inquired Mr. Floyd.
“That driver; Mr. Dobson I think he said his name was.”