“Can’t I be a Fire Camp Girl, too?” demanded Florence on the spot.
“I don’t know yet,” said Helen. “We’ll have to find out.”
“I will be, whether you find out or not,” said Florence, who was a determined young person, and something of a tagger.
“Well, thank goodness, to-day’s Saturday,” and Winnie changed the subject cheerfully. “We have all day to find out in, and there’s scarcely any home-work to do. Have you any, Helen?”
“Only a little history,” said Helen, “and I can do that to-night.”
“Such heaps of good times coming!” sang Winnie rapturously as she sprang up from the table, to get a fresh supply of flapjacks.
“If you have as good a time as the Scouts do you’ll have fun, all right,” said Tom. “But I don’t see how you can—just girls!”
Helen laughed, but his sister flew up.
“We can, and better, too,” she flashed. “Just you wait and see!”
“Seeing’s believing,” said Tom mischievously, passing his plate for the flapjacks as Winnie brought in the heaping plate that had been keeping hot in the oven.