The afternoon waned. No one felt like going fishing after lunch. Besides, as Cora said, they, had enough, and they were all cleaned up from the "mess" of baiting hooks.
And now, for a time we will take leave of the girls, as they are sitting on the shady shores of Cedar Lake, talking—talking—and the boys listening, with occasional remarks.
"And I'm so glad it all came out right," Cora murmured. "You are to go to school with me, Laurel—mother has planned about that."
"And it was so good of Mr. Breslin to arrange to have father do clerical work for him," added the woodland maid. "Oh, how lovely everything is!"
And the sun, sinking to rest, cast a rosy glow over the peaceful waters of the lake.
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's The Motor Girls on Cedar Lake, by Margaret Penrose