![]() “Our folks are again maidless, so Benny and I help. “I’m going to try that with Benny,” declared Grace. We had races at it and prizes, and when one does things that way it’s fun, you know.” “We washed dishes, certainly,” replied the favored one, “but it was fun doing it. “But didn’t you have to wash a lot of horrid dishes?” asked Grace. And then Corene returned to her story of the wonders of camp life. “I do!” everyone voted for it, so it was agreed again that all would go to the lake, if their folks went with them, of course. I think I recall, however, that the lake was said to be lovely, and I’m willing to stick to that. “Say, girls!” asked Cleo, “were we talking about the ocean or false syntax? I’ve sort of strayed off a little. “No, she means monotonously,” ventured Grace. “Samey? Oh, you mean similarly,” joked Louise. “The ocean is lovely, of course, but don’t you think it’s awfully samey?” “But we will have the lake-the wonderful, pretty, friendly old Lake Hocomo!” enthused Cleo. “I’ve been talking to mother about it,” said Julia, “and she agrees we could have a much healthier and even happier time if we went to the mountains. It was that evening, when these girls as neighbors had gathered on Julia’s porch, that the subject of a summer camp was taken up with added interest. I’m not sure whether I made a bug or a bird for the seven-year locust.” “At any rate, let’s go into classroom and try that science puzzle again. “The first hot day in September, after school opens,” answered Louise, fanning her flushed cheeks with Julia’s latest story. “What is so hot as a day in June?” she misquoted. Now, under the trees in the mountains-” A sudden breeze blew in and sent layers of papers flying about. “We had a good time riding last year, but there were days when the sun was too hot. “That’s the reason we are going to the mountains.” “And I intend to do the same this year as well,” declared Cleo. “Which was it, Scout uniform or riding-habit, Cleo? It seems to me you spent a lot of time on horseback,” Julia reminded her. “When we put on our Scout uniform last year we saved a lot of that,” reflected Cleo. Buddie calls it ‘simping,’ although he probably means primping.” “I like pretty things, and all that, but I hate summer simping. “Surely no one dresses to amuse herself,” retorted the practical Corene. ![]() “How so, amusing other folks?” repeated Julia. ![]() “What’s the sense in going away for a good time and spending it amusing other folks?” At least you don’t have to change your costume three or four times a day.” “You always have a livelier time out in Llynardo than we do at Sea Crest. But everything will seem so tame,” lamented the bobbed-haired girl. “Then, Corene,” returned Cleo, “what do you intend to do about it? You can’t hope to go back again to the big camp?” The group of girls in the Essveay School made the usual vacation plans, remade them and then amiably agreed to those made by home and mother but all this in no way affected the present outburst of enthusiasm.īy rare good fortune many of the girls were privileged to spend their summers along the Jersey coast, or in the mountains between New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania, and the intimacy of their school days was thus uninterrupted. It was one of the many “last days” of school. I have just been thinking of those wonderful days-” She slid down and thrust her feet out so suddenly and determinedly that she upset a harmless little vase, water, flowers and all, right on the floor of the recreation room. “I know,” agreed the abused one, “and please don’t slap me, or do anything like that, girls. “Besides all that, you went away to camp early on account of having finished your school work,” Cleo reminded her, “and consequently those very two weeks are so much extra. “Two weeks spent right in one spot-in the ocean, for instance, would seem an awful long time to me,” said fun-making Grace. “And two weeks make a real vacation for many girls,” insisted Cleo. She had just returned from a glorious two weeks spent in a real Girl Scouts’ Camp, and the brief time acted like a whiff of something good, and it tasted like more and Corene wanted it.
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