The girls laughed as Jerome, in the other tent, replied, sweetly:
"Time to arise, Honey Plum."
Mrs. Parker started up and stared around, her eyes still misty with
slumber. "I slept the whole night through," she finally remarked, as if
in answer to a question, and her voice expressed profound astonishment.
"Didn't hear the wolves, did you, pet?" called Parker.
"Wolves! No. Did they howl?"
"Howl is no name for it. They tied themselves into double bow-knots of
noise."
"I don't believe it."
Elsie replied: "I didn't hear anything but the music. Did you hear the
singing?"
Lawson spoke. "You people have the most active imaginations. All I heard
was the wind in the pines, and an occasional moose walking by."
"Moose!" cried Mrs. Parker. "Why, they're enormous creatures."
Jennie began to laugh. "You people will need to hurry to be ready for
breakfast. I'm going to put the coffee on." She slipped outside. "Oh,
girls! Get up at once, it's glorious out here on the lake!"
Curtis was busy about the camp-fire. "Good-morning, sis. Here are some
trout for breakfast."
"Trout!" shouted Lawson, from the tent.
"Trout!" echoed Parker. "We'll be there," and the tent bulged and
flapped with his hasty efforts at dressing.
In gay spirits they gathered round their rude table, Parker and Jennie
particularly jocular. Curtis was puzzled by some subtle change in
Elsie. Her gaze was not quite so frank, and her color seemed a little
more fitful; but she was as merry as a child, and enjoyed every
makeshift as though it were done for the first time and for her own
amusement.
"What's the programme for to-day?" asked Parker.
"After I inspect the saw-mill we will hook up and move over the divide
to the head-waters of the Willow and camp with Red Wolf's band."
Parker coughed. "Well, now--of course, Captain, we are depending on
you."