“It’s our annual flitting,” sighed Cora. “And really half the pleasure is taken away with this packing. Well, as long as you boys are here you might as well make yourselves useful, as well as ornamental.”
“Delighted!” cried Walter, looking about. “Where shall I put this?” and he caught up a box from the floor.
“Be careful!” cried Belle. “You’ll spill it!”
“Candy?” he asked questioningly, as he rattled the contents.
“My manicure set, and you’ll have it all upset. Give it here!” went on the owner, and Walter surrendered it.
“No, but seriously, what’s it all about?” he asked. “I’ve just come home.”
“We girls have taken a bungalow at Crystal Bay,” explained Cora. “We’re due there to-morrow, leaving on the early morning train. The boys, that is, Jack and Walter, are to have a tent near us, and they’re supposed to go with us in the morning. But unless they’re further along with their packing than we are——”
Cora shrugged her pretty shoulders.
“Don’t worry, Sis, we are!” Jack threw at her, without turning his head.
“Camping at Crystal Bay—that sounds good,” murmured Ed, who liked life in the open.