The Motor Girls at Camp Surprise Part 17

"This is Mr. Floyd," explained the driver.

"Yes, we're here," said Cora. "Sorry to be so late, but we had engine trouble and--"

"Don't make no manner of difference at all. We're used to seeing people come early and late. I'll help set your things inside. Here comes Mrs.

Floyd."

"Is that them?" asked a woman's voice. "The Kimball party?"

"They're here," her husband answered while the boys helped the girls down from the wagon, and the driver and Mr. Floyd looked after the baggage.

"Glad to see you all!" went on Mrs. Floyd, who was the same genial sort of personage as her husband. "I was afraid you'd give us another disappointment, and not get here."

"Oh, we're here," affirmed Cora, "and we're sorry to give you so much trouble by being late."

"No trouble at all!" the chaperon a.s.sured them. "Come right in. Supper is all ready and--"

"Whoop!"

"Supper is my middle name!"

"Lead us to it!"

Thus in turn cried Jack, Walter and Paul.

Mrs. Floyd looked a bit startled as she stood revealed in the light of a lamp, the illumination streaming out of the door of a big bungalow.

"It's only the boys," explained Cora.

"Only!" accented Bess with a resigned expression.

"Jack!" chided Cora. "Why don't you behave? Hazel, say something to your brother, you and I have more responsibility than the twins."

Hazel did not know what to say, and the girls could not help laughing, in spite of themselves at the antics of Jack and his two chums.

"Welcome to Camp Surprise," said Mrs. Floyd as the girls followed her into the house, or rather, bungalow, for it was of that style of architecture, and was but a story and a half high. The boys followed the girls, Mr. Floyd and the driver bringing up the rear with the valises.

"Do we eat with the family, or at second table?" Jack demanded.

"You shan't eat with us if you don't behave," his sister threatened him.

"Do quiet down, boys. Mrs. Floyd may not like--"

"Oh, don't worry about _me_, Miss Kimball," the chaperon hastened to say. "I've raised a family, and I know what _boys_ are."

"If she doesn't she'll find out before those three leave," observed Belle.

The buckboard rattled off in the darkness and the young people were thus thrown on their own responsibilities as far as getting away from the place was concerned, for it was near no railroad.

"Isn't he afraid to go home alone?" asked Belle.

"Who?" inquired Mr. Floyd.

"That driver; Mr. Dobson I think he said his name was."

"Afraid? Him? I guess not!" exclaimed the caretaker. "What's there to be afraid of?"

"The dark woods," said Belle. "Cora and I thought--"

"Belle, dear, don't you think we'd better see to our baggage?"

interrupted Cora with a sharp glance at her chum. She raised her eyebrows meaningly.

"Oh, yes, I suppose we had. Of course he, being a big man, wouldn't have anything to be afraid of," she concluded, nodding in the direction of Mr. Dobson.

"But there's nothing here to be afraid of," insisted Mr. Floyd.

"Leastways, nothing you can put your hand on, though--"

"Harry," said Mrs. Floyd, and it seemed as though there was a caution in her voice, "I think I'll have to ask you to bring in some more wood. I want a hot fire to finish supper."

"All right," he answered, and went out.

"Now if you young ladies want to freshen up you'll have time before I get the meal on the table," went on the chaperon. "The boys can go with my husband and they'll be shown where they are to stay. Their bungalow is just across on the other side of the mountain stream. I don't know just what arrangements you made about the meals for the young men, Miss Kimball--"

"Oh, they're to s.h.i.+ft for themselves," said Jack's sister. "They are so uncertain, going and coming, that no earthly mortal could tell when to feed them. They were to have supper with us to-night, and perhaps breakfast in the morning, my mother said. But after that they'll look after things themselves. They'd rather, anyhow."

"Sure," a.s.sented Jack, while the others nodded a.s.sent. "We can't be positive when we'll be on hand."

The boys followed Mr. Floyd, while Cora and her chums looked about the bungalow before going to their rooms, where their trunks had been carried, having arrived safely the day before.

The main floor of the bungalow consisted of one big living room, with three smaller rooms opening off from it. These could be used as sitting rooms or bed rooms, folding bunks making beds at night. The living room, as also an alcove dining room, was simply but tastefully furnished, with rustic furniture. At one end was a big stone fireplace, though it was so warm now that no blaze was needed.

A broad stairway gave access to the upper story and here the bedrooms were. Though the rooms there were not high-ceilinged they had such large windows that plenty of air was a.s.sured. There were two bath rooms, a spring up in the hills filling a tank on the roof so that a supply of running water was to be had.

The bedrooms each contained a white iron bed and just enough furniture to make a simple life agreeable. There was a touch of daintiness, mingled with utility, and the girls were delighted with their apartments.

Soap and water, with a mere suggestion of talc.u.m powder, wonderfully refreshed the four, and they were ready for the appetizing meal, odors of which were wafted up from the kitchen.

This was in a separate part of the bungalow, and the quarters of the caretaker and his wife were in a building connecting with the bungalow by a covered pa.s.sageway.

"There come the boys back!" exclaimed Hazel, giving a hasty glance in a mirror, as she floated out of Cora's room, having come in to borrow some hairpins.

"Yes, you can hear them before you see them," agreed Jack's sister. "I hope Mrs. Floyd has enough for them to eat."

"And for us, too. I'm hungry, Cora. But she looked like a good cook."

"Mother said she was. Well, are you ready to go down?" she called to Bess and Belle.

"Whenever you are," answered the plump twin.

They found the boys waiting for them in the dining room, which opened off the living room at the rear, and a supper which met the most exacting requirements of Jack and his chums was soon on the table.