Everyone had to laugh at poor Skeeter’s rueful countenance. The spring-keeper smiled broadly, but he patted Frank on the back.
“Have you a telephone at camp?”
“Yes, we had to put one in.”
“Well, then, we’ll just ’phone them even before we begin to cook our feast.”
“’Phone! Have you a telephone here?” exclaimed Lucy.
“Yes, my dear young lady. I love the wildwood, but I have to know what’s going on in the world. A man who does not take the good the gods provide him in the way of modern inventions is a fool. I may be a fool, but I’m not that kind of a fool.”
“Lucy, you had better do the ’phoning so they’ll know you girls are safe, first thing,” suggested Frank.
“Yes, and it had better be done immediately,” said their host. “Central in the mountains goes to roost very early, and you might not get connection. I’ll call up Greendale and make them give me the camp.”
Connection was got without much trouble and Lucy took the receiver.