why?” Terri asked Cam. “Why would Fran raid our bunk?”
“Because raids are fun,” Fran said. “They’re exciting. They’re mysterious.”
“They’re messy,” Terri said.
“Oh, Terri,” Fran said, “you’re so neat. I’ve seen you practicing math. All the numbers are lined up in columns just like the beds in our bunk.” She smiled at the girls. “I wanted to have some fun. I wanted all of us to have some fun.”
The other girls in G8 were sitting on the bench alongside the baseball field.
“What do we do now?” Terri asked.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Fran said. “While you’re in arts and crafts, I’ll clean up the bunk. Then I’ll tell the other girls.”
When G8 reached arts and crafts, Fran collected all their baseball gloves.
“I’ll take these back to the bunk,” she said. “And when arts and crafts is done, I have a surprise for all of you.”
Betsy said, “I hope the surprise is ice cream.”
When everyone was seated in the art room, Ruth, the arts and crafts counselor, gave each of the girls a wood base and wet reeds. She showed them how to weave the reeds and make a basket.
Cam and the others worked the entire period on their baskets. Ruth helped them. After about an hour, Fran returned.
“What’s the surprise?” Betsy asked her.
“The bunk is all cleaned up,” Fran answered. “All the beds are back where they belong.”
“That’s the surprise?” Betsy asked. She was disappointed.
“Did you catch the group that raided our bunk?” Gina asked.
“It wasn’t a group,” Fran said. “It was just one person. And I didn’t catch her. Cam and Terri did.”
“And Eric helped,” Cam said.
Fran nodded. “It was me,” she said. “They caught me. I thought a raid would be fun. I thought it would be exciting. I even thought it might help our team spirit when we played baseball and basketball against the other groups. But do you know what? It was just alot of mess and a lot of work to clean up. I’m sorry I did it.”
“That’s okay,” Terri said. “The raid wasn’t much fun, but watching Cam solve another mystery was.”
“
Click
!” Gina said. “Now
I’m
solving a mystery.”
“
Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!
” Gina said.
Gina took a deep breath and said, “That’s all. I’m out of film.”
“And it’s time to get ready for dinner,” Fran said.
Cam and the other girls in G8 followed Fran to their tidy bunk. They washed their hands and got ready for dinner.
“Just wait till after dinner,” Fran said. “Our night activity will be so exciting.”
“Are we going on a raid?” Betsy asked.
“No,” Fran answered. “One raid is enough. We’re going on a scavenger hunt.”
After dinner, Sadie Rosen came to G8’s bunk. She gave the girls in G8 this list of things to find:
“I have a balloon,” Terri said. “That’s an air bag.”
Gina took a pen and pad from her night stand. She drew a circle on the paper and said, “This pen writes green.”
“But that’s blue ink,” Fran said.
“Wait,” Gina told her. “Watch it write green.”
With her blue pen, Gina wrote the word
green
.
Cam, Terri, and the other girls in G8 laughed.
“And I’m an old camera,” Cam said. “I’m ten years old and I have a photographic memory. That’s just like a camera.”
“Aren’t scavenger hunts fun?” Fran asked.
“Camp is fun,” Cam said. “It’s lots of fun!”
Cam JanSen
The Basketball Mystery
C HAPTER O NE
“Hey! Quiet down!” Danny shouted. He was standing on a chair in the dining room. “I can’t hear myself think!”
“That’s good,” Betsy shouted to him from her seat at the next table. “It’s better if you don’t think. I’ve heard enough of your riddles.”
“Hey, you didn’t hear this one. What did one baby ear of corn say to the other?”
Betsy didn’t answer.
“It said, ‘Where’s pop corn?”’
“Sit down,” Jacob told him.
Cam, the other girls in G8, and all
Michal Govrin, Judith G. Miller