g you back to the sanitarium.
I am your new nurse."

"Sanitarium! New nurse! Miss Harriwell! I am Dorothy Dale, and I have
never been inside a sanitarium!"

The carriage dashed into a driveway! A big brownstone building
confronted them.

A corps of nurses hurried out to the path!

When Dorothy saw them she fainted!

CHAPTER XIX

CAMPING DAYS

Tavia got off the train at the Junction, but she did not get on the
one that went toward Clamberton--it flew by. She waved her
handkerchief--she waved her coat, she told herself she waved her soul,
but that train simply would not stop.

And she was miles from nowhere!

"Well, I'll walk it!" she declared. "I don't care how I get there, I'm
going to keep my nose toward camp!"

To walk the railroad ties! That was one thing Tavia loathed--they were
so regular, so straight, so abominably correct.

"Of course railroad ties were never built for human feet, even the
straight and narrow are not as straight as these."

She moved along for a hundred or so of ties, then she threatened to
sit down. Tavia was desperate, but even in her present surprising
state of mind, the railroad ties were too much for her, and she kept
on.

"I might fly," she reflected, looking boldly at the ocean of blue
above, "but there isn't a machine in sight."

More and more ties until she came to a small bridge.

"Well, I suppose if I try to walk this thing I shall presently find
myself holding a session with some slimy, muddy frogs. Ugh!" and she
looked between the ties at the lurking depths of mud and other things
on either side of the railroad embankment. "I just hate--uncertainties."

She stepped cautiously a little farther. "Well, if I fall it serves me
right. I shouldn't have done this!"

Tavia--poor Tavia!

The place was very lonely. Tavia realized this. She knew instantly
that she was in the woods. It may have been her primitive hatred of
the forest that inspired this sentiment, but there was always
something about the depths of solitude that made her want to laugh--it
was positively funny to her. Something must happen.

"If there were a single human being in sight," she sighed. Then she
repeated, "I said 'single.'"

It was almost dusk. She thought of old Sam. Wasn't that funny! Then of
her mending--shirring socks! When he tried them on he might change
his mind about making her his heir.

"And that loon!" This last referred to Morrison. "When I believed him,
I may, some day