After they had all tired themselves thoroughly they sang for awhile. About midway of the second song Mrs. Bryan evidently remembered something, for she gave a start as if she were going to speak. As soon as they had finished she raised her hand for silence, and said:
“I have a message for Camp Karonya. It should be delivered at the business meeting, I suppose, but—it won’t keep till then. The Boy Scouts, Camp No. Six, of this town, invite the Camp Fire Girls to a dance given by them in the school-house assembly-room next Wednesday night.”
“Oh, how perfectly lovely!” cried Edith. “Of course we’ll go!”
A confused noise of voices broke out, all speaking at once. You could catch an occasional word—“blue messaline,” “white organdy,” “orchestra,” “how perfectly dandy!”—but for the most part it was just a noise.
Mrs. Bryan waited placidly till it had quieted down.
“What is your pleasure in this matter, Daughters of the Camp Fire?” she asked then.
“Oh, we’ll go!” cried everybody at once.
“Then you’d better instruct the Secretary to write them to that effect,” suggested Mrs. Bryan gravely, for the tumult seemed inclined to break out again.
Winona jumped up and put it in the form of a motion that the Secretary should reply, and actually induced the girls to second and ratify it.
“I’ll write the acceptance right away!” declared Helen with enthusiasm.