“Oh, this camp has everything!” Veve declared breathlessly. “But where are the Brownies?”
Just then she glimpsed the tent which the Rosedale Troop had bought at the store. Already it had been set up and staked down. Nearby, crackled a fire over which hung a kettle of steaming food.
“Hi!” shouted Veve, leaping from the car almost before Mrs. Williams brought it to a standstill. “We’re here at last!”
“Whatever kept you girls?” demanded Jane, coming to meet her. “We’ve been here ages and explored half the camp.”
Veve explained about the lost car keys.
“Well, at least you got out of some work by being so late,” Jane laughed. “The tent is up and most of our things unpacked. We have to make our beds next.”
“But we didn’t bring any,” said Veve. “Aren’t we going to sleep rolled up in blankets?”
“Not unless you want to break your back,” Jane rejoined, helping Veve to lift a suitcase from the car. “Miss Gordon will show us all how to make balsam beds.”
“What’s a balsam bed?”
“You’ll find out,” laughed Jane, pointing to a pile of cut boughs which Miss Gordon had brought in from the woodland.