“It’s too cool and nice up here for thunderstorm weather, I guess.”
“This looks to me like a steady, all day pour. But they’ll have something for us to do, or we can write or read or have fun in the club house.”
“We can put on our ponchos and rubbers and go out when we feel like it. I love to be out in the rain.”
“Good for you, Isabel. That’s the camp spirit. Hurrah, nice old rainy day,—going to have lots of fun.”
“The girls can work on the prize songs for one thing. That will come soon. I wonder who will make the best Merrymeeting song.”
“Time will tell. Of course Lilian will try her hand at it, and maybe Cathalina.”
An indoor field meet was announced for the usual time of games and duly the girls arrived at the dining hall, disposing of ponchos, rain coats and rubbers as best they could. The chairs had been moved back to leave a large space free for the play. The megaphone announced “This is the annual indoor field meet. Prizes are to be given to the winners in the different contests. These contests will now begin. Will the following girls take their places up on the floor?” Then more fun began than the girls themselves could ever have thought up, so Isabel and Virgie concluded. For it seemed that all the funny contests ever staged in parlors or at picnics were presented in some amusing way. From marshmallow to hurdle races the selections were entertaining to both contestants and audience. The girls who were to take part had been selected beforehand by the athletic director, that little matters like age and size might seem appropriate to the part taken. No one refused to try the feat demanded, and when the councillors were ordered to perform, the merriment grew.
One easy-going, plump little camper created some amusement in the “bean race”. “Hurry up,” called one of the older girls, “you haven’t a single one of your beans carried over yet and everybody else has!”
“I can’t help it,” returned the little girl placidly, working away quietly at the pile of beans on the floor, “they won’t get on my knife.”
But patience and perserverance won. Not nervous about anything, when the beans did “get on her knife”, she carried them without spilling to their destined place and was the first to have her bean supply all accounted for.