This was really one of the largest islands in the lake and was well known, especially to those living in that vicinity, for at one end of the island was a large huckleberry swamp where the huckleberry bushes grew to unusual size. Earlier in the season these great bushes had been loaded with fruit, much to the delight of the many country folks who rowed over to the island to pick them.
"Here so soon!" cried Nan regretfully. "I could float like this all day."
Sadie looked at her severely.
"Going home, my dear, you will do some of the work!"
The boats came to rest in a tiny inlet where the gently shelving shore formed a perfect landing place.
"We'll tie the boats here and then go up to eat," Jessie Robinson stated. "I'm famished already."
As this seemed to be a state peculiar to them all, no one demurred, and they went at once in search of a pretty spot where they could spread their lunch.
They found the ideal place almost immediately—a level space abounding in flat rocks and commanding a good view of the lake.
"It's a lot better here than on the other end of the island," said Gladys, as she delved hungrily into one of the baskets. "Chicken sandwiches—hum! And chocolate cake—not so bad!"
"What's the matter with the other end of the island?" demanded Jo, through a mouthful of hard-boiled egg.