“Isn’t that too much?” protested Jane. “Think of the work.”
“I’m chairman and do all the planning,” Veve reminded her helpers. “Miss Gordon said so. Each one of us will cook one thing. I’ll fry the bacon. Jane can cook the oatmeal while Eileen scrambles the eggs.”
“But I don’t know how to cook oatmeal,” Jane complained. “Let’s settle for packaged breakfast food.”
“No! Oatmeal is easy to cook. I’ve watched Mother lots of times. You just measure some in and add water. That’s all there is to it.”
When the girls told Miss Gordon of the menu they had planned, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said: “A little elaborate for a first meal, isn’t it?”
However, the Brownie leader did not suggest any changes. She merely showed the girls where they could find needed supplies.
“Now if you need advice, don’t hesitate to come to me,” she remarked.
“Oh, we’ll get along fine,” said Veve confidently. “Cooking is easy.”
Deep shadows presently crowded in upon the little camp by the willows. Miss Gordon tossed a log on the fire, and the girls gathered about to sing and tell stories. By nine o’clock everyone was sleepy and ready to retire.
One by one the girls tumbled into their balsam bough beds, snuggling down under the blankets. The only space left for Veve was near the door.