asked Betty, wonderingly.

"That is because you were picturing the place on a much grander scale after you got home than it actually is. It is your thought that has to dwindle again to take in the proportion of the hut as it is," replied the Captain, amused at Betty's experience.

"I thought the very same thing, but I hated to say anything that sounded like criticism," admitted Joan.

"Tell the truth, girls, I think that hut is tiny, but it looked big enough the other day," laughed Julie.

"Then we must build ours larger than this," said Mrs. Vernon, turning to look over the stock of things needing shelter.

"It looks like an awful heap of stuff, doesn't it?" asked Ruth.

"Yes, but we needed everything, so we had to bring them."

"What shall we do first, Verny?" asked Betty.

"Better pitch the tent first of all, and arrange the cots, then we can work as long as we like, without worrying about having to make our beds."

The girls quickly unrolled the large canvas tent they had purchased, but when it came to erecting it, they found it a much more difficult task than they had antic.i.p.ated. Jim and the gardener had helped pitch it the first time, but now they were absent.

However, after many failures, the tent was up, albeit it looked wobbly and one-sided. The cots were next opened and placed under the canvas, and the lockers were dragged to their right places.

"Where's the crex rug Verny said we could bring for the ground inside the tent?" called Julie, thrusting her head from the opening of the canvas. But she forgot Ruth had placed a pole directly in front of the entrance to hold up the flap temporarily.

"Ouch! Who left that tree-trunk right in the way?" cried Julie, as she b.u.mped her head smartly.

"That's the porter standing at the door of our hotel!" retorted Joan, laughing as she saw Julie scowling.

"Well, where's the crex rug, anyway?" demanded Julie.

"Come to think of it--Jim threw it out when he unloaded the truck, and then he must have forgotten to pick it up again," said Mrs. Vernon.

"We'll have to use gra.s.s for carpet to-night, then," said Julie.

"Unless you run down and drag it up," ventured Ruth.

"That's what we brought Hepsy for, girls. Who'll drive her down and bring back the rug?" called Mrs. Vernon from the hut.

All four were anxious to drive and enjoy the fun, so Julie jumped on the front seat and the others sat dangling their feet from the back of the buckboard. The Captain stood smiling and watching as they went, thinking to herself, "What a good time they will have in camp!"

When the amateur truckman returned, Ruth called out: "Guess what, Verny?

We found the seat of the buckboard in the bushes, too. Wasn't it fortunate we went for the rug?"

"We might have hunted all over the camp for that seat when we want to go for a drive, and never have thought of it being left down there," added Julie.

When the girls ran over to see what next to do, they found the Captain eyeing a board about sixteen inches in length. She was calculating aloud and wondering if it would fit.

"Fit where? What is it for?" asked Joan.

"You'll soon find out. Now you girls can unpack the hamper and get luncheon ready--I'm hungry," replied Mrs. Vernon.

She knew this would meet with great approval, and soon they were busy unpacking the ready-made lunch, and placing it on a large flat rock.

"Ruth! quick--brush that awful bug from the b.u.t.ter!" shrieked Julie, as she stood with both her hands filled with dishes.

"Oh--oh! I can't! It's an awful looking creature!" cried Ruth, running away from the rock where the luncheon was spread.

"Joan--come here! What's that beast on the b.u.t.ter--see?" called Julie, trying to set the tier of dishes down on the gra.s.s.

"It's only a young dragon-fly--don't you know one when you see it?"

laughed Joan, shooing the insect away.

"I've seen them flying in the sunshine, but never on the b.u.t.ter-dish,"

said Julie, picking up the dishes again and placing them on the cloth.

Mrs. Vernon had started for the rock-table when she heard the shouting, but now she laughed heartily. "Joan, where did you study insect-life that you know so much about one of the common members?"

"Wasn't it a dragon-fly, Verny?"

"Not at all. I should think every one of you girls could tell a dragon-fly, because we have them about our gardens at home."

"What was it, then?" asked Joan.

"I'm going to send to Scout Headquarters for a book on Insect Life, and have you study the different ones you find while in camp. Then you'll become acquainted with them and never forget again. The same with flowers and trees--I must send for books that you can refer to and teach yourselves all you need to know about these things that every good scout knows."

"Oh, come on and let's eat. Every ant and bug in the land will get there before us, and we'll have to eat leavings," said Julie, whipping a hornet from the jelly dish.

So with all kinds of insects for guests, the girls ate their first lunch at camp. They were so hungry that stale bread would have tasted good, but given the delicious things prepared by the Vernons' cook, it was small wonder they all felt uncomfortably full when they left the rock-table.

CHAPTER FIVE

RUTH MEETS WITH DIFFICULTIES

Immediately after luncheon, the girls left the flat table-rock and ran off in quest of fun. They had ignored the remains of the meal, and the dishes were left to attract all the ants and flies within a radius of the odor of the food.

Mrs. Vernon had gone to the buckboard to unpack the chest that held the tools, and was engaged in sorting the nails she thought would be needed to repair the old hut. When she turned to see if the girls were almost through with the task of clearing away the dishes, she found them eagerly investigating the camp grounds.

"How I'd like to have a swim in this pool," called Joan, standing beside the mirror-like water.

"Oh, no; we can take a dip any time. Let's go for a hike up the mountainside. I want to explore," cried Ruth.

"Why not wait until to-morrow morning for adventuring--I want to see if there are any fish in this trout brook," said Betty.

Julie was out of hearing, but she was busy over some quest of her own, and she had shirked work as well as the others.

"Girls, is it possible that you are seeking for a kind fairy who might live in the woods, or are you just waiting for some one to happen along and offer services to you?" asked Mrs. Vernon.