And then something occurred to her. This was Nataly’s dress, a brand-new present-dress, and so was the one Louise had on. And they were getting all the first wear out of them, would Nataly like it?
She looked up, directly, and said what she thought.
“Miss Lawrence, will Nataly mind our wearing her clothes?”
Louise answered before Miss Lawrence had a chance. “You know perfectly well she will, Win. Why, she nearly had a fit when I climbed into a clean middy of hers day before yesterday. And these are uncommonly glad and happy rags we have on.”
“If she doesn’t like it,” explained Miss Lawrence with perfect clearness, “she knows just what she can do. My niece Nataly is a spoiled young person if ever there was one. But don’t worry, my dear”—for Winona was looking distressed at the idea of Nataly’s objection—“I’ll see that she’s perfectly satisfied.”
So Winona did not worry. She talked instead, and told Miss Lawrence everything she wanted to know about Camp Karonya and what they did there.
“It’s a miniature community,” said Miss Lawrence approvingly. “I wish they’d had them when I was a girl. I suppose you’ll have a float at the lake carnival, since you’re such enterprising young persons!”
“Oh, is there going to be a lake carnival?” asked both girls in a breath. Miss Lawrence nodded.
“Why, didn’t you know?” asked Billy. “The people here in Wampoag have them every year. They give prizes for the best decorated float and canoe. I don’t know whether it’s a cash prize this year or a cup.”
“I do hope it’s a cash prize!” breathed Louise fervently, while Winona’s mind began to work at the ways and means for making and decorating a Camp Fire float, and the best way to get it up the lake.