Tommy bobbed up from her chair and began dancing about the room.

“Oh, ever and ever tho far.”

By this time Mrs. Burrell began to understand.  She realized that the cat was about to jump out of the bag, but made no effort to assist Grace in telling the story.  Instead Harriet’s mother sat with an amused smile on her face.

“We’re going away, we’re going away.  Don’t you underthtand?”

“No, Tommy, I don’t.”

“Oh, fiddle!”

“Where is it that we are going?”

“Ever and ever tho far away.  Way off in the woodth where the birdth thing and the frogth croak and the mothquitoeth bite you and thpoil your complexion.  And, oh, gueth, gueth, Harriet.”

Harriet threw up her hands, an expression of comical despair on her face.

“I give you up, Tommy.  You are hopeless.  Here come Miss Elting and the girls.  Perhaps Miss Elting can tell us what it is all about.  I am not going away.  You are going to the sea shore, are you not, Tommy?”

Tommy shook her head vigorously.

“I’m not,” she declared, with a stamp of her foot.  “I’m going to the woodth and——­”

“You ran away from us, you naughty girl,” chided Miss Elting after having greeted Mrs. Burrell and Harriet.  Margery and Hazel had followed her in, and were now shaking hands with Harriet, though it had been only a matter of some two hours since last they met.

“I suppose Grace has told you all about it, Harriet.  However, there may be a few dry details left for me,” continued Miss Elting with a severe frown at Tommy.

“She hasn’t told me anything.  She has tried to tell me, but she is too excited to be intelligible.  Please tell me what it is all about.  I am anxious to hear the news.”

“Let Grace tell it, now that she has begun,” suggested Miss Elting, nodding to the excited Tommy.

However, with the entrance of the teacher and the two girls, Tommy in her haste to blurt out the full story had become hopelessly tangled.  She hesitated, stammered, then stopped short.  There was a merry laugh at her expense.

“I shall have to tell you after all, young ladies,” said the teacher.  “You four girls, it has been decided, are to go with me to the summer camp in the Pocono Woods.  Do you know about the summer camp there, Harriet?”

“I have heard of it,” answered Harriet, gazing steadily at the speaker.  “It is quite an important organization, is it not?”

“Just so.  As I already have explained to the girls, I am one of the guardians.  I thought it would be fine to have my Meadow-Brook Girls accompany me, and with the consent of the parents of each girl, I have arranged for you to remain in the camp for six weeks, at least, or until we have to return to get ready for the fall term of school here.”

“Yeth, and, and, and——­” began Tommy.

“Oh do hurry up and tell the retht, Mith Elting,” she ended impatiently.