It was really a jolly dinner, too, for the good-natured
guest kept them all laughing with his humorous stories and odd
remarks. He was so much like his daughter Jane that they had no need
to be reminded of the relationship.
"This has been a day of excitement, hasn't it?" remarked one of the
guardians to Miss Elting. "Buried treasure, automobile wrecks,
visitors, mysterious strangers. Gracious me! what are the Camp Girls
coming to?"
"I don't know. Did Mr. McCarthy say what the surprise is that he has
in store for the girls? I thought perhaps he might have said something
about it during our absence on that automobile ride."
"Not that I heard. He undoubtedly told Mrs. Livingston. There, she is
speaking now," added the guardian.
Mrs. Livingston had risen and rapped on the table with a knife for
attention.
"Our guest and good friend, Mr. McCarthy, wishes to make an
announcement," she said, then sat down.
Jane's father got up, his face very red, his forehead glistening with
beads of perspiration.
"Your guest and good friend most emphatically _does not_ wish to make
an announcement," declared the visitor. "But it is up to him to do so
because he wishes to please that fine woman, your Chief Guardian--is
that what you call yourself, Mrs.
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