“I guess you could find some one else,” said Chub.
“I guess we’re not going to try,” said Dick.
“Of course not,” Roy agreed. “If you can’t make it we’ll call it off; but we will hope for the best, eh?”
“It won’t do you any good,” muttered Chub. “It’s me for that old Water Gap place.”
“And me for Aunt Harriet Beverly’s,” sighed Harry. And then, struck by a radiant idea, she added breathlessly: “Maybe I could run away and come back here and live with you on the island!”
The boys laughed.
“When do you have to go to Aunty’s?” asked Chub.
“I don’t know exactly,” Harry replied. “She hasn’t said anything about it yet, but usually I go the first of July and stay two or three weeks; once I had to stay a month—papa and mama went to the mountains.”
“Well, we couldn’t go into camp until about the first,” said Chub; “and then, if you only stayed two weeks with Aunty, you could be here a whole fortnight before we left.”