"Well, I know, but if it is going to take that long, we won't get home
to-day," Mollie grumbled. "Besides, I've _got_ to hear the news."
It was early in the morning of the day on which the Outdoor Girls and
the boys had decided to start for home. For days they had expected word
from Mr. Mendall. The boys had haunted the town hoping to hear from
him--but no word had come. Then suddenly Will had burst in upon the
others with the great news that he had almost run into Mr. Mendall
turning a corner, and that genial man had expressed great pleasure at
sight of him.
"Why, he said----" Will had reported excitedly, "he said that if he
hadn't met me, he fully intended coming over to camp--that he had
something to tell me that might be of great interest. And he wants us
fellows to come over first thing in the morning," he had finished
exultantly.
So it was that the girls were waiting impatiently for confirmation of
their hopes.
"We don't really have to go home to-day," Amy was saying doubtfully. "I
don't see why we couldn't have waited until to-morrow."
"It does seem a shame to leave this wonderful place," sighed Grace
looking about her.
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