“I am sure of it,” smiled the fire lookout, while the others laughed. “Then there is no objection to passing the word for day after tomorrow?”
“I think not,” said Mrs. Porter, to whom they all turned.
“All right. Don’t kill yourself cooking. Miss Margie. Good-night, all. I must get back to Bear Mountain.”
“And I to Chikau,” announced Andy.
Throughout the following day all hands gave their attention to preparing food for the house-raisers, the boys and Jasper supplying wood and water while the women cooked, and toothsome indeed did the pies, cakes, cookies, and doughnuts look, arranged on a quickly improvised table.
Anxiously the homesteaders surveyed the sky when they arose, and great was their delight to see the day break clear.
“It’s a good omen,” declared Jasper. “Wonder who will be the first one here?”
“Can you guess?” grinned Ted, coming up with two brimming pails of milk.
“Oh, let’s all guess,” proposed Sallie.
“You don’t have to,” returned her brother. “Just look!” And he pointed toward the brook up which Andy and Chester were riding.