s and really she did look
wonderfully youthful.

"Well, you can't complain. The Camp life has done you some good, and
there you were so down on it."

"Yes, I was, but people change. Look at yourself," replied she seriously.

"Mrs. Hollister," said he, "I've been here only one week, but I already
feel that I'm another man. It's splendid for both boy and girl. It's a
boon to be able to get away from city people and fashionable resorts.
Nan has put up a big fight and, Ethel, she's coming out to see you next
month," he said.

"Oh, how lovely! Kate, hear this: Nannie Bigelow is coming here to see us
next month."

"I shall be here until the middle," said Harvey, "and she'll go home
with us. I've an aunt in Springfield and she'll go there for a visit
first. After that she'll come on here and spend a few days if you
girls want her to."

"I'm so glad," said Ethel, and she ran to tell her mother.

Teddy Kip was a handsome lad of about eighteen. Immediately Patty Sands
suggested that he must see everything, so she took him off under her
wing. The rest sat on the ground while Harvey related several anecdotes
and funny experiences that had befallen his patrol since they came to
Camp.

"Now you must stay and dine with us," said Kate. "Our cooking may not
surprise you, as it is the Scouts' way as well, but we'll give you a
change--a shore dinner. Father sent up some very fresh clams. We'll
steam them, and we'll have roasted potatoes, corn, and broiled chicken,
a little salad and a ripe watermelon to finish."

"Well, I declare--'pon my word, one might imagine himself in Rhode
Island. We'll stay," and he smacked his lips.

"Nora, will you take Mr. Bigelow and show him our cellar. And the
boys--perhaps they'll help us to prepare our meal," said Kate.

The young fellows were delighted to help the girls. Nora arose slowly and
Harvey followed.

Kate remarked to Ethel that Nora had changed so since her mother's death
and asked her if she had noticed it.

"Yes, I do notice that she seems more quiet," replied Ethel.

"But you still dislike her though?" asked Kate.

"I don't know," replied Ethel. "I'm ashamed to admit it, Cousin Kate,
but I can never seem to overcome that antipathy to her. If only her voice
would lower a little, and if she'd cease to come up and slap one on the
back I might feel differently, but she's so rough and unladylike."

"Ethel, environments may have had much to do with that. She seems to love
your m