We've made a day of it, huh ?" The scout whom he called Nick jogged up the waning blaze while others brought a fresh log, and soon the camp-fire was roaring a warming, hearty welcome home to the weary scoutmasters.

One of these (who was evidently young enough to be addressed by his Christian name, for they called him Ned) sat on an old grocery box and related the happenings of the day, while the others sprawled about, listening.

Occasionally his fellow scoutmaster (Safety First they called him) contributed a few words.
"Well, the first thing we did when we got ashore was to--" "Get out of the boat ?" a scout asked.

There was surely not much constraint between scouts and scoutmasters in this outfit.
"We went up to town and saw the school board; at least we saw Mr.Cram.
He says everything's upside down and they don't know what they'll do--says there won't be any school for a month anyway.

(Cries of despair.) They can't use the town hall and they can't use the fire-house and they're talking of using the old Wilder mansion.