Pee-Wee Harris Adrift by Percy Keese Fitzhugh
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come out here till they have all arrived. We're going to have the
concert in the house first and they've _just got_ to listen to Mrs. Wild speak about the Camp-fire movement, because she's just _perfectly wonderful_. Do you know, I wish I had put the refreshments in the summer house. No, I don't either--yes, I do. It would have been more romantic--_rustic_." "Oh, I think this tent is _perfect_," said another girl, slyly helping herself to a salted almond. "I know," said Minerva, her hand stealing unconsciously toward a box of marsh mallows, "I know, but what I wanted was something unusual--symbolic. A rustic platform in one of the big trees would have been nice; it would have been sort of--sort of _scoutish_. I want to have things _different_. That's why boys always make fun of the Camp-fire Girls, they think we're _tame_. Think how Roy Blakeley and his friends actually camped in that adorable old railroad car while it was traveling, goodness knows where. When I went to the Aero Club reception with Harold Fall they had the refreshments in a great balloon; we had to go up to it on a ladder--_shh_, listen! Did you hear a noise?" A chorus of excited whisperings followed her startled query. "No, where?" "What was it?" "Was it a voice?" |
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