In the days that followed—and busy ones they were—the girls completed their arrangements. They wrote on ahead for a supply of food that could be kept in stock, and were glad to learn that a not too distant lake-shore village would supply them when needed, a butcher and grocer coming around in a boat to take orders, for Green Lake was a favorite camping-site for many. “And we start to-morrow!” exclaimed Mabel, as she and her chums had gathered at her house for a last consultation. “Yes, isn’t it glorious!” cried Natalie. “I’m just dying to roam through the woods in that Indian costume.” “Be careful some modern brave doesn’t run away with you,” cautioned Alice. “I’d like to see him,” asserted Natalie. “You won’t; he’ll probably capture you after dark,” challenged Mabel. “I wonder where I put it!” suddenly exclaimed Alice, as she began searching among a miscellaneous collection of articles on the bureau, where the girls had piled a number of purchases. “What are you looking for?” asked Mabel. “I’m obeying the first law of the Camp Fire Girls,” was the answer. “What’s that?” inquired Natalie. “Seeking beauty—I bought a tube of cold cream, and now I can’t find it. I do burn so terribly when first I go out in the summer sun. Where is that cold cream?” “Vanity of vanities!” quoted Mabel. “Didn’t you get some yourself—hypocrite!” declaimed Alice. “I did,” confessed her accuser. “So did I,” admitted Marie. “Natalie doesn’t need it,” went on Alice, as she found her tube, besides a little vanity box containing a tiny pad of wool and—well they all carried the same thing. Rice powder they asserted the box contained. “I suppose the boys will be there waiting for us,” suggested Marie. “Yes,” assented Alice. “But I do wish they’d let us do all we can for ourselves. It’s no fun to have everything done for you.” “Again the true Camp Fire Girl speaketh!” murmured Natalie. “I rather imagine we’ll find enough to do.” “Did you ask the man to have all our things at the place where the tent is to go up?” asked Mabel. “Yes,” asserted Alice, “and he promised. Also to see that our ‘grub’ as I believe the camp-term for dinner is, was on hand. He said the tent platforms would be laid, and all we would have to do would be to put up the tents and cots. I guess it will be easy.” “Easy is as easy does,” misquoted Marie. “Oh, we must make sure that Mrs. Bonnell has everything she wants. Let’s go over and talk with her now. There is always so much to do at the last minute.” Behold then, the next morning, four eager Camp Fire Girls with the pink tint of excitement in their cheeks, assembled at the station of the railroad that was to take them to Green Lake. They had their suit cases, trunks having been sent on ahead with bed clothing and other necessities. They also had a miscellaneous collection of boxes and bundles—things that they had forgotten until the last minute.