"Sunny side up; or with a veil of brown drawn over their beautiful faces, Frankie?" asked Wyn, referring to the sizzling eggs. "How do you like 'em?" "I like 'em on toast--'Adam and Eve on a raft' Brother Ed calls 'em. And when he wants 'em scrambled he says, 'Wreck 'em!'" "You'll get no toast this morning," declared Wyn. "You'll be satisfied with crackers--or go without." "Cruel lady!" quoth Frank. "I expect I'll have to accept my yoke of eggs----" "Only the _yolk_ of the eggs, Frank?" "No, I mean the pair I want," laughed Frankie. "And I'll take 'em without the toast and--'sunny side up.'" "Good! I can't turn an egg without breaking it--never could. Now, girls! bring your plates. I'll flop a pair of eggs onto each plate. There's crackers in the box. Hand around your bowls. The cornmeal mush is nice, and there is lovely milk and sugar if you want it. For 'them that likes' there is coffee." "M-m-m! Doesn't it smell good?" cried Grace, as the party came trooping to the fire with their kits. "I--I thought I'd miss the sweet butter," said Bess, sitting down cross-legged on the already dry grass. "But somehow I've got _such_ an appetite." "I hope the boys are having as good a time," sighed Wyn, sitting back upon her heels and spooning up her mush, flooded with the new milk. "Isn't this just scrumptious, Mrs. Havel?" "It is the simple life," replied that lady, smiling. "Plenty of fresh air, no frills, plain food--that ought to do much for you girls this summer. I am sure if you can endure plain food and simple living for these several weeks before us, you will all be improved in both health and mind." CHAPTER IX JOHN JARLEY, EXILE This could be no day of leisure for the Go-Ahead Club. To get settled in camp was the first task--and that no small one. There was the plank flooring to be laid in the big tent, the cook-tent to be erected, and the floor laid in that. There was a sheet-iron stove to erect, with a smoke pipe to the outside, and an asbestos "blanket" to wrap around the pipe to keep the canvas of the tent-top from scorching. There were the swinging shelves to put up, fastened to the ridge-pole of the cook-tent, on which certain supplies could be kept out of the reach of the wood mice and other small vermin. Indeed, there were a dozen and one things of moment to see about, beside bringing over to the camp a selection of the stores--and their extra clothes--from John Jarley's shack by the boat landing. Wyn was a competent girl and knew something about using a hammer and a saw. The flooring planks for both tents had been assembled at Denton, and were numbered; but after they got the sleepers laid Wyn realized that she and her mates had tackled more of a task than they had expected. "And the boys will be just as busy as they can be to-day," she said to the other girls. "It's a wonder if everything they owned didn't get soaked last evening.