“Grasped is the word, I believe,” Grace decided.  “But what is the opportunity?”

“To go camping,” retorted Madaline.

“Friends of Captain Clark have offered her the use of their perfectly gorgeous camp in Allbright Woods.  It’s a place none of us has ever visited, and well just have scrumptious times.  We’re to spend the week-end here—­just Captain Clark and we four.  She asked some of the other girls, but they couldn’t make it.  Now drop all this knotty business, be joyous, hurry, and get ready.  They’ll be here in a minute.  Isn’t that good news?”

“The best ever,” assented Grace, and then, as she gathered up her strings, there appeared, coming through the grove of trees, Captain Clark, Margaret and Cleo.

“Whoo-oo!” came the gleeful greeting, and hands fluttered as if conveying, in wig-wag talk, the joyous message.

“Did she tell you, Grace?” cooed Cleo.

“Wasn’t that what I sprinted on ahead for?” demanded Madaline.

“And do say you can go!” begged Margaret.

“Is it really so, Captain?” asked Grace, a bit timidly, as if she feared to trust the good news.  “Are we going camping?”

“As if a true Girl Scout ever joked!” mocked Madaline.

“Well, I know you of old, before you became a G. S.,” retorted Grace.

“Yes, my dear, we are really to spend a week-end in the woods if you can manage it,” replied Captain Clark.  “Some generous friends of mine, who have been unexpectedly called away from their place for a time, have offered to let me use it.  And I could think of no better way of rewarding you four for your faithful work, than to give you this opportunity.  I am sorry more could not manage to go, but it could not be arranged.  So, Grace, if you will come back with us, and see if your folks will not object, we shall begin our preparations at once.”

“Oh, they won’t object—­not when I talk to them!” declared the girl, in a tone that made the others laugh.  “But how do we go; by train!”

“No, we are going in an auto, and all you need to take will be your personal belongings.  The camp is stocked with food, and there is even a cook and a caretaker, a colored man and his wife.”

“Say, this is camping de luxe!” exclaimed Cleo.  “Wouldn’t it be more fun to rough it?”

“It will be rough enough,” asserted the Captain.  “We shall be allowed to cook for ourselves if we choose, but the helpers are there in case of emergency.”

“In case the eggs refuse to scramble,” murmured Margaret.

“Something like that, yes,” assented Captain Clark.

As had been expected and hoped, there was no objection raised at the home of Grace, and two days later found the happy four, under the guidance of Captain Clark, on their way to Camp Nomoko, in the Allbright Woods.  It was the best reward that could have been devised for the girls, and they expressed genuine sorrow at the fate of others of True Tred who must be left behind for one reason or another.  But the girls of the troop were not to be exactly desolate during the days their more fortunate friends were camping—­Flosston in itself offered many happy opportunities.