Hoo-e-e-e!" called the
guardian.
"Ye-o-o-w!" answered the boy promptly. They saw him turn into the
byway. The horse he was driving was so thin that every rib stood out
plainly. The democrat wagon was all squeaks and groans, its wheels
being so crooked that the girls thought they were going to come off.
"You must help us to get our things aboard," said Miss Elting. "Will
your wagon hold them all?"
"If it doesn't break down," was the reply.
"Well, some of us can walk."
The boy backed his rickety wagon down near where the belongings of the
Meadow-Brook Girls lay in a tumbled heap. Jane assisted him in loading
the equipment, amazing the country boy by her strength and quickness.
"You going to camp, eh?" he questioned.
"We don't know what we are going to do," replied Jane. "We're likely
to do almost anything that happens to enter our minds as well as some
things that don't enter our minds. Stow that package under the seat
forward; yes, that way. There. Do you think of anything else, Miss
Elting!"
"Nothing except the automobile. I hardly think we shall be able to
take that with us."
"Indeed, no," answered Jane with a broad grin. "We'll let Dad do that.
Who is going to ride?"
"Let's see. Harriet, of course--"
"I can walk," protested Harriet.
Pages:
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57