The girls went back with their supplies, and soon were in camp. The
hard part of the work had been done for them by those of whom they had
hired the tent and the outfit. All that remained to do was to light
the patent oil stove, and cook. They could prepare their meals aboard
the boat if they desired, and take them to the dining tent. In short
they could take their choice of many methods of out-door life.

Their supplies were put away, the camp gotten in "ship-shape," cots
were made up, and mosquito bars suspended to insure a night of
comfort. A little tour was made of the island in the vicinity of the
camp, and, as far as the girls could see, occasional picnic parties
were the only visitors. There were no other campers there.

"We'll have a marshmallow roast to-night," decided Betty, as evening
came on. They had gathered wood for a fire on the shore of the lake,
and the candy had been provided by Grace, as might have been guessed.

"I hope the ghost doesn't come and want some," murmured Mollie.

"Hush!" exclaimed Betty. A noise in the woods made them all jump. Then
they laughed, as a bird flew out.

"Our nerves are not what they should be," said Betty. "We must calm
down. I wonder did we get any pickles?"

"I saw him put some in," spoke Grace.

"Then let's have supper, and we'll go out for a ride on the lake
afterward," suggested Betty.