Three-quarters of an hour's brisk walking brought them to the lake, and in ten minutes more they were announcing their approach to the camp in a succession of wild hoorays.
Mr.and Mrs.Arnold were waiting to do the honours, and, parading in their very best style, the League marched in and took possession.
By the time they had been two hours at Llyn Gwynedd all the girls felt like old, well-seasoned campers.

Mrs.Arnold was no novice, and at once assumed her post as leader and captain in command.

Miss Bowes, Miss Teddington, and the other teachers were assigned tents of honour, and every member of the League was placed on definite duty.

Some were cooks, some water-carriers, some scullions, and some sentries, according to their qualifications and the rank they held in the League.
The field hired for the camping-ground had been carefully chosen.

It was on the far side of the lake, away from the road, sheltered on the north and east by mountain ridges, and with a shelving beach of fine silvery sand where the waves lapped in gentle little ripples.