“No, the trip.”
“Not a good deal,” said Mrs. Bryan. “We have the land free, of course. We shall have to buy tents—let me see, there are twelve in the Camp Fire, aren’t there? And there will be six or eight Blue Birds. We’ll need ten tents, and then there’ll be the provisions. What they cost will depend on how long you decide to stay. If you hike there and back there won’t be any railroad fare. As for clothes, you’ll need blouses and dark skirts or bloomers, and tennis shoes—but all that can wait till the business meeting. Marie is secretary—she and Edith and Dorothy and Anna Morris are going to be here getting luncheon to-morrow. There had better be a meeting here to-morrow afternoon. I’ll telephone Marie after supper.”
Eight very happy girls of assorted sizes cleared away the supper and washed the dishes and made the kitchen shine. Even Puppums, bulging with contraband chops, was more amiable than usual, and slept placidly in all the places where he was most in the way.
“I’m going to take my banjo,” planned Louise.
“I shall take pounds and pounds of modelling clay,” said Helen enthusiastically.
“Edith has a mandolin,” volunteered Lucy Hillis.
“Everybody that has a musical instrument had better bring it,” said Mrs. Bryan.
“We’ll contribute a very fine dog with a stunning howl!” said Winona mischievously.
“That dog isn’t a musical instrument, he’s a famine-breeder!” said Louise; then paused, for Mrs. Bryan went into the dining-room to telephone Marie Hunter. Edith Hillis was at Marie’s, and both girls were as excited over the cake-sale idea as the rest.