Wyn's Camping Days Part 16

"Of course--piggy-wiggy!" scoffed Bess. "Come, Wyn, you set us our tasks and any girl who kicks about 'em shall be fined."

"We'll do better than that. We will use Mina's idea of drawing lots about the work. There are certain things to be done each week--each day, of course. Two girls must 'tend fires and cook; two girls must air and make beds, clean up about the tents, and wait on table if needed; the other two must get up early and go for the milk and vegetables, gather berries, and do odd jobs. The girls who do the 'chamber work' should wash the dishes, too, for the cooks will be too tired and heated after preparing the meals to clean up the tables and mess with the dishwashing.

"Now are those three divisions satisfactory? Every third week, you see, the two who go for the milk, etcetera, will have an easy job. Is it agreed?"

There was no objection raised to this plan, and the girls paired off as they usually did--Wyn and Frank together, Grace and Percy, and Bess and Mina.

Then they drew straws--really gra.s.s blades of three lengths--to see which couple should do which. It fell to the lot of Bess and Mina to cook for a week. Grace and Percy Havel were "chambermaids," and Wyn and Frank Cameron had the good luck to get the shortest blade of gra.s.s.

"Of course, _I'd_ have to work hard two weeks before getting a chance to rest," grumbled Grace. "Probably something will happen after we're here a fortnight, and we'll all have to go home."

"It would take something _awful_ to send me home from this beautiful spot in a fortnight," cried Mina.

"Just my luck if you all got smallpox, or something equally contagious,"

growled Grace.

"Then you certainly would be fortunate for once--if you escaped it,"

chuckled Wyn.

"Not a bit of it. They'd quarantine you here, and have nurses, and lots of nice jellies and ices for you; while poor unlucky me would be packed back to Denton for the rest of the summer--and after working like a slave, dishwashing, and sweeping, and making beds, and cooking, and the like, for two whole weeks."

Despite Grace's complaints, the club as a whole was satisfied with the arrangements for taking care of the camp. There had been a secondary consideration in the minds of all their mothers when permission was obtained for the Go-Aheads to spend the summer under canvas. Mrs. Evelyn Havel was a wondrously good housekeeper. She had been trained in domestic science, too. And she had promised to have an oversight of each girl's work and to teach them, from time to time, many helpful domestic things.

This phase of the camping-out plan Wyn had "played up" in getting the consent of all the parents; and for one, Wyn was determined to carry the scheme through. When they went back to Denton in the fall she proposed to be a good "plain cook" herself, and she hoped the other girls would fall in cheerfully with the project also. She knew Mrs. Havel would do all she could toward teaching them.

The work once apportioned to them, the girls' minds could be given more particularly to the naming of the camp. But they would not decide upon it until bedtime. However, all six cudgeled their brains to invent striking names.

It was decided that only one name could be suggested by each girl, and this would give them a list of six to choose from. Oddly enough both Mina and Grace chose the same--Camp Pleasant. It looked as though _that_ name had a lead at the start.

Frank suggested Birch Tree Camp--for there was an enormous birch on the knoll at the foot of which Mr. Jarley had set up a bench for them.

"Now you, Bess?" said Wyn, as mistress of ceremonies.

"Camp Pleasant is all right," admitted Miss Lavine; "only it is not very distinctive. I expect there are thousands of Camp Pleasants--don't you think so?"

"What's the matter with _my_ name?" demanded Frank Cameron.

"I find the same fault with it," replied Bess. "It is not distinctive enough. Now, I don't know that I have the right idea; but I believe that calling the camp after our club wouldn't be so bad. And it would mean something."

"Go-Ahead Camp? Or Camp Go-Ahead?" cried Grace.

"There's nothing romantic about it, that's sure," objected Mina.

"Goodness me! we're not looking for romance, I hope," cried the strong-minded Bess.

"Bess is a suffragette in embryo--I declare!" cried Frank, laughing.

"How does Camp Cheer sound?" suggested Percy. "Now, that's real nice, _I_ think."

"Say, we've got to vote on them, anyway," said Grace. "_We've_ got two votes for Camp Pleasant, Mina."

"But hold on!" cried Frank. "Here's one hasn't been heard from. The shrinking violet of all our crew! What's the matter, Wynnie? Can't you decide on a name?"

"I thought of one last evening when we were paddling over here from the Forge--before the rain," admitted the captain.

"Well! for pity's sake!" gasped Grace. "That's before we even knew it was to have a name."

"I didn't think particularly about naming the camp," said Wyn, reflectively, "but from the water, with the squall working up behind us, and the last light of the day lingering on this little hill, the name flashed into my mind."

"What is it?" chorused the others. "Do tell us, Wyn!"

"Green Knoll."

"Just _that_?" cried Grace. "'Green Knoll'? Why! It _was_ green; wasn't it?"

"I remember how green it seemed from the lake," added Bess. "It's not a silly name, either. It means something."

"I take it all back about 'Birch Tree Camp,'" declared Frank. "'Green Knoll.' There's a dignity about that--as our a.s.sistant princ.i.p.al, Miss Hutchins, would say."

"It's a fine name, _I_ think," admitted Percy Havel, slowly. "I withdraw Camp Cheer. It may not be so cheerful here all the time--especially if we catch smallpox, as Grace says. But it will _always_ be green up here on the knoll."

"As long as we are here to see it, at least," agreed Frankie, nodding.

"Say! our Camp Pleasant is swamped!" cried Grace. "What say, Mina? Shall we surrender?"

"Green Knoll sounds very pretty," agreed the sweet-tempered Mina Everett.

"Oh, girls! do you really all like it?" Wyn cried.

"I vote aye!" said Frank, with emphasis. The other four followed in quick succession.

"Why, that's lovely of you!" cried the captain of the club. "I--I was afraid n.o.body would like it but myself."

"It's so appropriate," said Bess.

"It's all _right_," Frank declared. "I wonder what the Busters will call their camp?"

"They named it last fall," said Wyn. "Dave told me. It is Cave-in-the-Wood Camp. Not so bad--eh?"

"Pretty good for a parcel of boys," observed Bess.

"Well, I'm glad the worry's over," yawned Grace. "Let's go to bed. You know, Percy, we've got to work like slaves to-morrow, so it behooves us to get to bed betimes."

"Mercy!" cried Frankie, "they'll be wanting to make up the cots before we are out of them in the morning. Come on! let's all turn in."

There was a general roll-call at daybreak the next morning. Wynifred and Frank were not the only ones to get up as soon as day approached, although to them had been allotted the task of going to Windmill Farm for the milk and the day's supply of vegetables.

They had agreed the night before to venture into the water. The boys always bragged about this early morning dip, which was a rule of their camp.