The Camp Fire Girls on a Yacht

About This Book

"Oh! Jack, Ellen, come here this instant!" cried Jane Pellew in so excited a manner that the mail rider almost fell out of his jumper in his effort to see what it was that made Miss Jane "take on so." She was dancing around the broad old veranda waving one of the letters he had just handed her. "Too hot, Sis, and we are too comfortable," came Jack's lazy voice from under the big ash tree that shaded one side of the porch. "You have enough energy for all of us, so s'pose you come to us," Ellen called. "You won't be hot for long, but you are going to be very uncomfortable in a minute." With the ...