The spot lay midway between the two camps.
Earlier in the afternoon Miss Frean had started off with the girls who preferred the hike.
Walking steadily without pausing for rest, before the others they arrived at the proposed place.
When the signal was given to halt, Tory Drew dropped down on the ground and in the fashion supposed to be best for meditation sat looking about her.
Several of the other girls followed her example, while Miss Frean remained standing with three or four companions. They preferred to command a wider view of their surroundings.
They had reached the source of the stream of water which ended in the small lake before the camp in Beechwood Forest.
Here the water was fairly deep but the stream of no great width. On one side was a small clearing with a grove of trees not far away. Where the Girl Scouts stood at present the open space was larger. A dozen yards away a country road connected with the state road that ran through the village of Westhaven.
Beyond were a rim of blue hills.
“I would not be surprised if we conclude this is the proper location,” Miss Frean said reflectively. “There is the disadvantage of being so far from Westhaven. We shall have to transport the scenery and costumes out here and make arrangements for the audience to be seated. Yet the place itself is rarely lovely.”
Tory looked at her beseechingly.