ON THE SHORE OF THE LAKE
“Let’s turn up this side, and keep right along for an hour,” Teddy suggested, after the canoes had kissed the waters of the lake.
“What’s the idea?” asked Dolph.
“Well, only a liking on my part to camp as much on the east shore of a lake as I can, when I have the choice,” replied the other.
“But the storms generally come from the west,” Dolph went on to say, “and if one hits you plumb in the face, it’s kind of disagreeable.”
“Hang the storms. One ge-lorious sunset over the water makes up for half a dozen blows. And then, on a hot summer night, it’s nice to catch all the cool air that stirs.”
“Perhaps you’re right, Teddy. Anyhow, we’ll risk it on your word. To tell the honest truth, I’m that hungry right now, I don’t care a continental where we camp, just so Amos gets one of his bully cooking fires going.”
“Oh! it’s frogs’ legs that tempts you!” scoffed Teddy.
Dolph smacked his lips as he replied: