"If this weather keeps up we can't start off on our tramping and camping
trip any too soon," remarked Grace.
"When can we arrange for it?" asked Amy. "I think it is the nicest idea I
ever heard of."
"You can all come over to my house to-night," suggested Betty. "We can
make some plans then, perhaps."
"Let's, then!" cried impulsive Mollie. "But do you really intend to do
any camping, Betty?"
"Yes, if we can. Of course not for any length of time--say a night or
two. There are one or two places where camps are open the year
around, and all you have to do is to go there and board, just as you
would at a hotel."
"Only it must be much nicer," said Amy.
"It is--lots."
They had reached a place where the highway ran under a railroad line,
that crossed on a high bridge. As the girls came under the structure a
fluttering bit of paper on the ground caught the eyes of Betty. Rather
idly she picked it up, and the next moment she uttered a cry that brought
her chums to her side in some alarm.
"Look!" she exclaimed. "A five hundred dollar bill is pinned to this
paper! A five hundred dollar bill, girls!"
CHAPTER II
THE TRAMPING CLUB
With staring eyes, and with breaths that were labored, the three chums
gathered about Betty.
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