By three o’clock Mrs. Williams had arrived at the village of Shady Hollow. Stopping at a filling station, she bought cool drinks and inquired the way to the Girl Scout Camp.
“It’s a half mile farther on,” the filling station man said. “Turn left at the next traffic light. You’ll see a sign. You can’t miss it.”
The side road leading to the Girl Scout Camp wound through a dense growth of trees, and along the banks of a wide river. All along the shore, the girls saw attractive bathing areas and summer cottages. The woods gave off a fresh, springlike aroma which made them breathe deeply.
“I believe we’re coming to the camp now,” Mrs. Williams said a moment later as the car rounded another curve. She had caught a fleeting glimpse of a cleared area with a cluster of tents and cabins.
A moment later the automobile swept through a gateway which bore a sign: “Shady Hollow Girl Scout Camp,” and pulled up at a little office constructed of logs.
Connie ran inside to ask how to reach the area where the Brownies were to camp.
“Follow the roadway to the left and you can’t miss it,” she was instructed. “Your friends already are here.”
On the car rolled, while the three girls twisted their heads this way and that, trying not to miss a single detail of the camp.
In the central area were several large buildings made of logs. Beyond them were a number of tents.
At the beach on the river, they saw several girls lounging on the sand. Others in Scout uniforms or shorts and blouses were playing tennis or practicing archery.