Of course he has taken a position."
"What did I tell you!" cried Jack, folding the cloak about him in
dramatic style. "Paul Hastings for the enterprise. Cedar Lake is
the field; eh, Paul?"
"Well, I had a fine offer," said Paul modestly. "And I have been
wanting to get out this way. They say there are all sorts of things
to do in this locality."
"Looking for work! What do you think of that! Why, Paul dear, we
are looking for a camp cook. Wallie nearly poisoned us on pancakes
today," said Ed, "and if you would accept--"
"Come in doors," interrupted Cora. "We have had rather a strenuous
afternoon, and I am almost tired. How did you get up from the
train? Or did you come by boat?" she asked the new arrivals.
"A fellow rowed us up--"
"Yes and charged us fifty cents each," interrupted Hazel. "Wasn't
that outrageous!"
"Some one like Jim Peters, I'll bet," said Ed. "But as Cora
advised, let's go in doors. We really haven't dined!"
"Oh! you poor boys," cried Belle. "We almost forgot that you were
stranded. Let me help Nettie fix up something."
"Yes, do. Fix up a lot of something," urged Jack. "That's the way
I feel about it. But do we dine in these?"
By this time Hazel and Paul saw the queer attire of the three young
men. Then a part of the situation was explained. The bungalow was
one of those roomy affairs, built with a clear idea of affording
every summer comfort.
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