“Let’s picnic up at the farther end of the lake,” said Cora. “I noticed the loveliest spot for an outing the last time we were up there.”
“Your wish is our command,” said Jack with exaggerated courtesy. “I’d have suggested it before, if I hadn’t thought you girls might feel a wee bit nervous about the Water Sprite after the narrow escape we had last time. But we’ve spent a good deal of time in fixing her up since then, and now she’s perfectly safe.”
“We’re not a bit afraid,” was the unanimous verdict of the girls.
“And let’s get a few fish on the way,” said Walter. “There’s nothing that tastes better than a fish fry under the trees. And I know a way of broiling them on oak twigs that will make you think you’re eating ambrosia. I’ll be chef and Jack and Paul can clean the fish.”
“Such a chance!” exclaimed Paul. “You’ll do your share of the cleaning, and don’t you forget it!”
“You’d better catch the fish before you fall to scrapping over them,” remarked Cora.
“You boys go ahead and get your bait,” commanded Belle, “while we get on our boating suits.”
“We fellows seem to be unanimously elected to do all the work,” remarked Jack. “I suppose you girls will want us to put the worms on the hooks for you, too.”
“Likely enough,” admitted Bess.
“Worms, little boys?” sniffed Belle.