isn't unloaded yet. Wait till you see the games I've brought,
and the fishing-tackle. There's an old curtain that can be hung between
those two trees any time we want to play charades."

"Swing that hammock over there, Ranald," she called, nodding to a clump of
trees near the spring. "Then some of you boys can carry this chest back to
Dinah." She pointed to the old army mess-chest, that always accompanied
them on their picnics and outings.

"The Ogre can do that," said the Little Captain, nodding toward Joe Clark,
who stood leaning lazily against a tree.

"Do it yourself, Frog-Eye Fearsome," retorted Joe, at the same time coming
forward to help carry the chest to the place assigned it.

"They'll never be able to get away from those names," said Miss Allison.
"Well, what is it, my Princess Winsome?" she asked, as Lloyd came running
up to her.

"Please take care of these for me, Miss Allison," answered Lloyd, holding
out Hero's shoulder-bags, which she had just taken from him. "I put on his
things when we started, for mothah says nobody evah knows what's goin' to
happen in camp, and we might need those bandages." Tumbling them into Miss
Allison's lap, she was off again in breathless haste, to follow the other
girls, who were exploring the tents, and exclaiming over all the queer
make-shifts of camp life. Then they raced down to the waterfall, and,
taking off shoes and stockings, waded up and down in the brook. These
early fall days were as warm as August, so wading was not yet one of the
forbidden pastimes. They splashed up and down until the Little Captain's
bugle sent a ringing call for their return to camp. Katie was one of the
last to leave the water. Lloyd waited for her while she hurriedly laced
her shoes, and as they followed the others she said, in a confidential
tone, "Do you think you are goin' to like to stay out heah till next
Sata'day?"

"Like it!" echoed Katie, "I could stay here a year!"

"But at night, I mean. Sleepin' in those narrow little cots, with nothin'
ovah ou' heads but the tents, and no floah. Ugh! What if a snake or a
liz'ad should wiggle in, and you'd heah it rustlin' around in the grass
undah you! There's suah to be bugs and ants and cattahpillahs. I like camp
in the daylight, but it would be moah comfortable to have a house to sleep
in at night. I wish I could wish myself back home till mawnin'."

"I don't mind the bugs and spiders," said Katie, recklessly, "and you'd
better not let t