It did, twice a day it developed, coming to the little village of Mountain View, which was about a mile from Camp Surprise.
“Maybe there’ll be some word about your car, Cora,” said her brother.
“That’s too good to hope for, Jack.”
There was a letter for Cora from her mother, but there was no news of the car. And as there were epistles also for Bess, Belle and Hazel, the boys took great credit to themselves for having fulfilled the commands of the girls.
“And we think we ought to be rewarded, too,” said Walter.
“What form ought the reward to take?” Cora asked.
“The form of supper,” was the quick answer. “We don’t feel like pitching in and opening a tin of corned beef just now. Feed us to-night, and we’ll rustle the grub for ourselves after this.”
“Well, in view of the fact that you’ve been so nice to us, we will. Shan’t we, girls?” asked Cora.
“Yes!” came in an unhesitating chorus; and once more the boys ate bounteously with no effort on their part.
Mrs. Floyd and her husband returned about eight o’clock, to find the young people playing games in the big living room, and having a jolly time.