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In fact, all of their regular academic and handwork study hours were in the morning. Just before Katherine called the girls together, they were seated here and there in shaded spots on camp chairs or on the grass in the vicinity of the camp, occupied thus: Violet Munday and Marie Crismore were studying the lives of well-known Indians.
"Do you really mean to accuse us of liking to talk better than anything else?" inquired Marie Crismore, flushing prettily. "I didn't say so, did I?" was the Guardian's answering query. "Not exactly. But you meant it, didn't you?" "I refuse to be pinned down to an answer," replied Miss Ladd, smiling enigmatically.
After making a general survey of the floor and noting the location of the rooms of the other girls, they entered their own apartment and closed the door. Marie Crismore and Julietta Hyde occupied the room immediately south of theirs, but to none of them had the room immediately north been assigned.
"What I'm afraid of is that you're trying to introduce politics into this club, and we won't stand for that a minute." "Oh, yes, Julietta, you may have your wish, if what Azalia says is true," Marie Crismore announced so eagerly that everybody present knew that she had an idea and waited expectantly for it to come out. "We'll call you Polly Polly Tix."
Fourth watch: Julietta Hyde and Marie Crismore. Fifth watch: Estelle Adler and the Guardian, Miss Ladd. Nothing further of particular interest took place during the rest of the day, except that shortly before suppertime Addie and Olga Graham, both dressed "fit to kill," called at the camp and thanked the girls for their assistance in getting "their brother" back home. "Is he all right now?"
"I don't like the idea of spying on anybody and would rather call it something else," said Marie Crismore. "First someone calls us detectives and then somebody calls us spies. What next? Ugh!" "Why don't you like to spy on anybody?" asked Harriet Newcomb.
The other eleven who boarded the train with Marion, the holiday hostess, were Ruth Hazelton, Ethel Zimmerman, Ernestine Johanson, Hazel Edwards, Azalia Atwood, Harriet Newcomb, Estelle Adler, Julietta Hyde, Marie Crismore, Katherine Crane, and Violet Munday. Miss Ladd, the Guardian, also was one of Marion's invited guests.
"I see you are bound to make sure enough spies out of us," said Marie Crismore pertly. "Well, I'm going to start out with the determination of pulling my hat down over my eyes, hiding in every shadow I see and peeking around every corner I can get to. Oh, I'm going to be some sleuth, believe me." "What will you say when you catch somebody with jam on his fingers?" Harriet Newcomb inquired.
Marie Crismore and Violet Munday reached the water's edge first, and presently they were giving utterance to such unusual expressions, indicative seemingly of anything but pleasure that the other girls hastened down to see what was the matter. There was no need of explanation. The evidence was before them.
"What would we do if we caught anybody at any mischief?" asked Azalia. "We'd sail right into 'em and give 'em Hail Columbia," declared Hazel like a vigilance committee chairman. "Yes, we'd pull their hair," said Marie Crismore. "And scratch their eyes out," Ernestine chimed in. "And boo-shoo 'em away," added Julietta Hyde.
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