“What about our camping out?” Louise demanded, after the first pangs of appetite were over. “What’s the use of being us if we can’t camp?”
“We can camp,” answered their Guardian as she helped Helen to some more salad. “This is lovely dressing, Adelaide. I didn’t know what good cooks all of you were. I have been looking things up, and I don’t see why we shouldn’t go in a short time now, if all of your parents are willing and can spare you.”
There was a great commotion over at the table where the Blue Birds sat, and then hurried whispers—
“You ask, Lucy.”
“No, you ask, Frances!”
Finally Florence spoke up.
“Can’t the Blue Birds go camping, too?”
“Why, of course they can!” said Mrs. Bryan cordially. “That is, just as with the Camp Fire Girls, if their mothers are willing.”
“Oh, then I can go, if we take Frances,” said Adelaide relievedly. “Father and Lonny can get along all right by themselves, but Frances couldn’t. Oh, I’m so glad!” Which was quite a good deal for reserved Adelaide to say.
“So are we glad,” said Helen heartily.