“And now let’s talk about camping,” suggested Alice. “You boys—where can they go, Mabel?” and she appealed to the young hostess. “Well, I like that!” cried Phil. “After all our work—togging up like ‘Lo, the poor Indian,’ and bringing you those names—to calmly tell us we can leave. I guess not. We’re going to stay, and help you arrange about your camp.” “Oh, we can do it ourselves,” declared his sister. “We are going to be very practical Camp Fire Girls.” “Yes, they’ll throw a whole pound of butter away because an ant happens to get in it, and they’ll wash dishes through two waters,” commented Jack. “Why, don’t you _always_ wash dishes through two waters, when you boys go camping?” asked Marie in surprise. “Never! When we finish a meal we put the dishes to soak in the lake, and when we come back the fish have them clean for us!” declared Phil. “Oh, you boys are hopeless!” laughed Natalie. “You must promise to reform, or you can never come to our camp.” “Then you are really going to try life in the woods?” asked Jack. “Of course!” exclaimed Marie. “Didn’t you think we meant it?” The shaking of three heads told the story of doubt. “Well, we are!” insisted Alice. “Where would be a good place to go?” “Green Lake!” answered the trio of youths as one. “That’s because you boys have been there two or three times,” remarked Marie. “No, but really it is,” went on Blake, who, having signaled to his chums by a series of winks, took the leadership in the argument he hoped would be convincing. “Green Lake is handy to get to, there are fine woods, there is good water to drink, plenty of camping sites, and the lake can’t be surpassed. There are boats to hire—motors and others—and supplies are easy to get. It’s the best place around here to camp. We boys are going there this summer——” “Are you?” interrupted Natalie. “We are!” declared Jack. “And, if you like, when we go up to make arrangements we’ll hire a place for you.” “Shall we let them, girls?” and Alice appealed to her chums. The girls looked at each other. Their eyes were sparkling with the light of new resolves. They had never gone camping though the three who had brothers had spent a day in the latters’ tents on the shores of Green Lake, about fifty miles away, where the boys had, once or twice, enjoyed their summer vacations. But for some years past, woodland life seemed to have lost its charms. Now, with the advent of the Camp Fire Girls organization, it seemed likely to be revived. “Shall we?” repeated Alice. There came a tap on the door, and Mabel, going to answer it found the maid there. “Excuse me, Miss Mabel,” she said, “but do any of you want your fortunes told?” “Our fortunes told?” echoed Mabel. “Why, Jennie, what do you mean?” “There’s a Gypsy girl at the back door. She’s from that encampment over near Wilson’s woods, I guess. She asked me to inquire if there was any one who wanted their fortune told, and as I knew you had visitors, I thought——”