"I am only waiting to hear from Uncle John," Mollie was saying, as she
swung lazily back and forth in the couch swing. "The last time I saw
him he said that he was almost sure to go north this summer and he
told me that as soon as he made definite plans he would let me know."
"You told us that two weeks ago," Grace reminded her. "And we haven't
heard from him yet."
"It does seem to take him a long time to make up his mind," sighed
Amy.
Betty, who had been trying to read a novel, closed the book and turned
to them with a laugh.
"Goodness, you all sound doleful," she told them. "It seems to me that
we ought to be able to live through it, even if we don't get Wild Rose
Lodge for the summer. There are plenty of other things we can do,"
Mollie turned upon her indignantly.
"How you talk, Betty Nelson," she scolded her. "As if we could
possibly have as good a time anywhere else as we could at Wild Rose
Lodge. Think of being in a real hunting lodge out in the woods away
from everybody! Why, it will be a real adventure--"
"All right.
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