The Campfire Girls Go Motoring
or, Along the Road that Leads the Way
at made me think of the poem:
"Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn--"
Oh, there never was such a beautiful country as America, nor such a happy girl as I! In one place someone had planted a long strip of brilliant red geraniums through the middle of a green field and the effect was too gorgeous for description. (I'm glad I noted all those things and put them down on the first part of the trip, for afterwards I scarcely thought of looking at the scenery.)
The girls in the car ahead kept shouting back at us and trying to make up a song about the Striped Beetle, and, of course, we had resurrected the one-time popular "Glow-worm" song and made the hills and dales resound with the air of the chorus:
"Shine, little Glow-worm, glimmer, Shine, little Glow-worm, glimmer, Lead us lest too far we wander, Love's sweet voice is calling yonder; Shine, little Glow-worm, glimmer, Shine, little Glow-worm, glimmer, Light the path, below, above, And lead us on to love
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This book is So Hilarious. It's very readable, and though (like most girls' books of this era) it relies excessively on coincidence, it's clever as well. Highly recommended, if you like this kind of thing at all.
