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Updated: June 7, 2025
They built up a campfire, and, before going to bed, cooked some fish that had been caught by one of their number that day. "I don't believe the Meadow-Brook Girls are in these parts at all," declared Larry Goheen. "It's a lark coming over here for a night's camping out, anyway," answered Billy Gordon, "It is like being real Indians."
There were smiles on the faces of all the Meadow-Brook Girls when finally they turned away and slowly beat their trail through the thick growth of vegetation to the lower end of the island. They spent some time there, sitting on rocks, watching the boats on the lake.
But there was not as much to eat here as there would have been at home in Meadow-Brook. What there was seemed the best ever served to a company of hungry girls. Supper over, it was not many minutes before the girls sought their beds. They were more tired than at any time on their journey, for this had been a day long to be remembered, the fifteenth.
One could scarcely have believed this to be the lumbering, dirty, old fishing scow of a few days since. Bert Elting never would have recognized the craft in its new dress. That night the Meadow-Brook Girls decided to have their first meal on board. They also decided to clear away and set sail before sitting down to the meal.
The Meadow-Brook party, after calling their good nights, started toward the cabin, Harriet with the thought strong in her mind that only one rank lay between her and the highest gift in the power of the organization to bestow. She determined that one day she would be a Guardian of the Fire, but she dared not even dream of ever rising to the high office of Chief Guardian.
Hazel, Jane and Margery spread a blanket on the ground, while Tommy sat on a rail fence, offering expert advice but declining to assist in the preparations. It was a merry meal. Even Janus was forced to smile now and then, the driver making no effort to conceal his amusement over the bright sallies of the Meadow-Brook Girls. "Come!
The girls on board the "Red Rover," as already mentioned, had no fear of a second attack that night, nor had the youthful pirates the slightest intention of repeating the experiment that had turned out so badly for them and so triumphantly for the Meadow-Brook Girls. It was quite evident that the newcomer did not belong to the Tramp Club. His face looked dark and swarthy in the moonlight.
I forgot that when the men were here. Can any of you print?" "I think perhaps I might do it," answered Miss Elting. "But we shall have to wait until the red paint dries. Suppose we sit down and rest for an hour or so?" "Rest!" shouted Crazy Jane. "There's no rest for the Meadow-Brook Girls. It's work and trouble and trouble and work all day and all night.
"This way, please!" the guide's voice took on a tone of command. They had nearly reached the upper end of the platform when he issued his peremptory order. Just then a shout was heard to the rear of them. A man came running toward them. "Hey, there!" he called. The girls halted. "Are you the Meadow-Brook Gals?" "Yes, sir," answered Miss Elting, brightly. "Well, I'm mighty glad to know about it.
Let's keep on going. How I wish we could keep on forever in this way." "We will go on until we meet a ship that is due here." "A ship! Oh, where?" cried the girls. The captain pointed a gnarled finger at a faint smudge on the distant horizon. "Yonder she is," he answered. "Shall we go out and meet her?" "Yes, oh, yes!" shouted the Meadow-Brook Girls gleefully.
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