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For the man who had been standing with Wanaka on the other shore had seen Bessie, and he had known her. No wonder, since it was Paw Hoover himself, from whom Wanaka had bought fresh vegetables for the camp. He had insisted on helping her to carry them out, although Wanaka, thinking of Bessie and Zara, had told him she needed no help.
Bessie, however, need not have worried about the quality of that pie. The rapidity with which it disappeared was the best possible evidence of its goodness, and Wanaka commended her before all the girls, who were willing enough to join the leader in singing Bessie's praises. "My, but that was good!" said Minnehaha. "I wish I could make a pie like that! My pastry is always heavy.
And Wanaka stopped the wagon, so that she could get out. "Do you want to go, too, Bessie?" "I think I'd rather ride, Miss Eleanor. I'm awfully tired." "You shall, then. I want you to do whatever you like to-night. You've certainly done enough to-day to earn the right to rest." They rode along in silence for a few minutes, while the glow of the great welcoming fire grew brighter. "Miss Eleanor?"
You see, it would be very wrong for us to help girls to run away from home. But neither you nor Zara have done that, if your story is right. And I think it is our duty to help you both, just as it is our pleasure." Bessie wasn't afraid of what Wanaka would find out in Hedgeville. Wanaka wouldn't take Jake Hoover's word against hers, that much was sure.
Every acre had been "taken up," but as yet the runs were rather understocked. Our fourth day's ride was the longest, fifty-five miles in all, though we halted for a couple of hours at a miserable accommodation house. Our bivouac that night was close to Lake Wanaka, at the Molyneux Ferry-house, and there I was kept awake all night by the attentions of a cat. I never saw such a ridiculous animal.
"He can't hurt us that way, Bessie. Well, all I hope is that we've seen the last of him. Is it true that he can't touch me except in this state?" "That's what Wanaka said, Zara. And she must know." Then the conductor came around. "We didn't get our tickets, so here's the money," said Bessie. "We want to get to Pine Bridge."
T. Moorhouse, at whose station I had been so ill, to accompany him on an exploring trip to the head of the Wanaka Lake, in Otago Province. Nobody had yet seen this country, or at any rate, been on it. The journey would be about 300 miles, in addition to the voyage up the lake by boat, about twenty miles.
By the time the coffee was served F had made up his mind to buy the Lake Wanaka run; his business agent urging him strongly not to hesitate for a moment in securing such a chance.
With friends, there was no reason why they should not reach the city and make their own way there, as plenty of other girls had done. And it seemed to Bessie that Wanaka meant to be a good friend. "Oh, Bessie, have you been hearing all about the Camp Fire, too?" asked Zara, when she espied her friend, "It's wonderful! They do all sorts of things.
We left our horses and most of the impedimenta there, and about mid-day took boat with three of the McClean men to assist at the oars. The boat was a fine one and carried a light sail, which unfortunately was no use to us, the little wind there was being dead ahead. The Wanaka is, I believe, the largest and most beautiful lake in New Zealand.
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