They were cold and they were wet and they were fast becoming very
hungry, all of which might have been expected to form a very good
reason why they should have been miserable, But they weren't
miserable-- not at all. To the Outdoor Girls the thrill of an
adventure always more than counterbalanced the possible discomforts
attending it.
Their host started to draw up the one chair in the room, hesitated a
moment then, as though he had just thought of something, turned and
darted through the door, closing it with a little click behind him.
For the space of half a second, the girls looked after him. Then they
looked at each other. Then they drew a long breath and let loose the
flood of curious questions which had been struggling for expression
for the past twenty minute
"Well, isn't this a lark?" cried Mollie, her eyes dancing. "Half an
hour ago we were awfully bored, and now look at us."
"Yes, look at us," said Grace with a little sniff. "I'm sure we're not
very much to look at right now with our hair wet, and our clothes--"
"Oh, for goodness' sake, who cares about such things?" cried Betty
gaily.
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