She led the way inside the main building. We entered a huge room full of long wooden tables and long wooden benches. Campers wandered around everywhere.
A short, skinny woman stood in the middle of the room, olding a clipboard. Ahe had dark blond hair.
“That’s Sandy,” Lia said. “The list of cabin assignments is over on that bulletin board.” She pointed to the back wall.
I ran over and studied the list. It was in alphabetical order. Ah-ha! Cathy and I were in Cabin 7.
I ran back across the room. Cathy was still talking to Lia. I tugged on her arm eagerly. “Come on,” I told her. “Let’s go check out our cabin. I can’t wait to see it!”
We said good bye to Lia and headed outside. I pulled out my mini tape recorder again as we walked.
“There’s a smooth dirt trail leading from the main building down toward the lake,” I said into the microphone. “I see lots of cool stuff around here a playground, a volleyball net, and a big fire pit. Also, lots and lots of trees.
“Just ahead I can see a row of small, square wooden buildings with steep roofs. I suspect they are the cabins.”
There were numbers painted on the doors of each cabin. The first one we came to was nuber one. Then came number two. Then three. You get the idea.
We hurried past cabin 6. “Cabin seven must be around this bend in the trail,” Cathy said.
I raced around the curve in the trail. Cathy was right behind me. “You’re right! Here it is!” I exclaimed. I tried the cabin door. But it wouldn’t budge.
Cathy tried the door, too. She frowned. “That’s strange,” she said. “We’re locked out of our own cabin.”
“Maybe the door os stuck.” I wiggled the knob and gave a hard yank. But the door still didn’t open.
Cathy walked around to the side of the cabin. “Marie Jane, there’s no glass in one of the windows over here,” she called. “Just a screen. We could pull it off and climb in.”
I let go of the doorknob and raced over to Cathy. Within seconds, we had the screen off. It was kind of grimy. I set it carefully on the ground outside the cabin. Then I wiped my hands on my shorts.
“Give me a boost, okay?” I said.
Cathy hoisted me up, and I scrambled over the windowsill. I dropped to the floor and looked around.
“Oh, no!” I gasped.
“What?” Cathy cried. “Help me in so I can see, too! She struggled to push herself through the window.
I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her inside. Cathy’s eyes grew wide as she started around the cabin. “We’re supposed to live in here?” she whispered.
“No way!” I cried. “Mom and Dad wouldn’t send us to a place like this! Would they?”