oes, and
finally exterminated by wild animals?"

Billie laughed joyously. She knew by these extravagant remarks that her
cousin had been won over.

"None of those things," she cried. "We are to lead a comfortable,
beautiful rustic life, and I know you'll just love it. There are lakes,
cousin, exquisite, beautiful little gems of lakes; and trails all
through the pine forests, and the walking isn't a bit difficult----"

"Khaki skirts, did you say?"

"Yes, and sneakers."

"What are they, child?"

"Rubber-soled shoes to keep you from slipping."

Miss Campbell sighed.

"And at my age!" she said aloud, answering some unspoken thought. "Tell
your father I accept, but it's the last straw, and I may never see my
comfortable old home again."

Billie did not pause to disprove this dejected statement. She kissed her
relative with the wild abandon of eighteen, rushed from the room and
was down the stairs in a breathlessly short space of time.

"She's going! She's going!" she cried, rushing into the drawing-room,
where her three friends were anxiously awaiting news, and Mr. Campbell,
almost as anxious himself, was pacing the floor, his hands thrust deep
into his pockets.

"Good work, little daughter!" he said, pausing in his walk. "I knew you
could win her over if anybody could, although last night I was afraid we
hadn't the ghost of a show. She was dead set against it. The word 'camp'
alone seemed to make her wild."

"But, you see, she thought it was tents and flies and mosquitoes and tin
cups."

Mr. Campbell smiled.

"I think we won't tell her any more, now that she has made up her mind.
We'll give her a little surprise. Call the camp a log hut and let it go
at that."

"Now, about clothes----" began Nancy Brown, and her friends all smiled.
"Well, one must have clothes, even on a camping trip. Don't you think a
blue corduroy would be attractive, with a touch of coral pink in the
silk tie, say; and high russet walking boots--the kind that lace, you
know----"

"They must have rubber soles," put in Billie, "no matter what the tops
are."

"And a straw hat in the natural color, with a brim that droops slightly,
and a pheasant's tail feather, slightly at one side----"

There was another burst of laughter at this juncture, and Mr. Campbell
joined in.

"Miss Nancy," he said, "I'm afraid you'll have everything from hedge
hogs to wood choppers at your feet if you make yourself so attractive in
silks and velvets and