"And now for the woodland camp!" cried Mr. Whipple, as they got out of his
automobile in front of his store. "You see," he explained to Mrs.
Bobbsey, "I sell a good many things that campers use--tents, pots, pans,
fishing rods and lines, lanterns, axes, cook stoves, boats, canoes, guns
and so on. Every year I set up, on the top floor of the store, a sort of
woodland scene--a camp. I get real bushes from the woods and some logs.
Then my men fix up a place to make it look as nearly like the real woods
as we can. We have real moss and dirt on the ground, and a little spring
of water. There is a real tent--two of them, in fact--and in one there are
cots for sleeping, while in the other the meals are cooked.
"I hire some real campers to stay in my store camp, and they live almost
as they would if they were actually camping out. This is to show the
people how to use the camping things I sell. It is a new kind of
advertisement, you see."
"And a very good one, I should think," said Mrs. Bobbsey.
"It sounds great!" cried Bert. "I wish we could go camping! Do you think
we ever could, Mother?"
"Well, I don't know," answered Mrs. Bobbsey slowly. "I did hear your
father say something about going to camp this Summer, but warm weather is
a long way from us yet. We'll see."
"Oh, I believe we can go camping!" cried Nan to Bert in an excited
whisper, as they entered the store elevator. "Won't it be wonderful?"
"Great!" said Bert "I wouldn't want anything better than to camp on an
island in some lake.
Pages:
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117