There was a trail that had evidently been used by the lumberjacks, and the walking was easy.
So easy, in fact, and the balsam in the air was so stimulating and delightful, that the party had gone a good deal farther than they had first intended to before they came to a halt in a mossy glade that seemed to be especially designed by nature for a picnic party.
A little brook ran near by, and the boys brought drinking water from this, while the girls brought out the napkins and spread on them the host of good things that Aunt Betty had had put up for them.
There were no dyspeptics in the party, and the food vanished in amazing fashion, to the accompaniment of a running fire of chaff and jokes.
When the last crumb had disappeared, Walter filled one of the drinking cups with the crystal water and raised it up.
“A toast,” he cried. “I drink to Camp Kill Kare!”
They all responded merrily.
“I’m going to look around this place a little,” exclaimed Cora, rising to her feet.
“I’m just too comfortable to move,” said Bess.
“So am I,” echoed Belle.