OFF FOR CAMP 57
VIII A SPILL 66
IX GETTING SETTLED 74
X WARNED OFF 81
XI THE RIVALS 88
XII IN A BIG STORM 99
XIII THE MISSING PIECE 107
XIV AN ICE BOAT RACE 116
XV IN A TRAP 125
XVI TROUBLE 131
XVII A SNOW FIGHT 140
XVIII THE AUTO ICE BOAT 146
XIX MAROONED 153
XX TO THE RESCUE 160
XXI A HELPING HAND 166
XXII THE OLD LUMBERMAN 178
XXIII REVELATIONS 183
XXIV THE LYNX 191
XXV CHRISTMAS JOYS 203

THE OUTDOOR GIRLS
IN A WINTER CAMP

CHAPTER I

DANGER

"How cold it is!" exclaimed Grace Ford, wrapping closer about her a fur
neck-piece, and plunging her gloved hands deeper into the pockets of her
maroon sweater. "I had no idea it was so chilling!"

"Nonsense!" cried Betty Nelson, her cheeks aglow. "Skate about, and
you'll soon be warm enough. Isn't it glorious, Mollie?"

"Surely, and the ice is perfect. Come on Grace, and we'll see who'll be
first to the bend!" and Mollie, her dark eyes dancing under the spell of
the day, circled about the almost shivering Grace, doing a gliding waltz
on skates.

"I don't want to race!" protested the tall, slim girl who had complained
about the weather.

"Oh, but you must!" insisted Betty. "Come, we'll have a short, sharp
one, and then you'll feel so warm you'll wonder you ever said it was
chilly."

"I wish I had brought along that vacuum bottle of hot chocolate, as I
intended," murmured Grace, reflectively.

"Nobody stopped you!" exclaimed Mollie, a trifle sharply. Of late she
had had less and less patience with the "confectionery-failing" of
Grace, as she termed it.

"Yes, you did!" declared the cold one. "You and Bet were in such a rush
I didn't have time. I wish I hadn't come skating," and Grace permitted
as much of a frown to gather on her pretty face as she ever indulged
herself in--for Grace, be it known, was just a trifle vain, and
desperately afraid of a wrinkle.

"Oh, well, come on and skate!" invited Betty. "Amy and I will race you
and Mollie, Grace. That will--make us all feel better," for the Little
Captain, as she was often called, saw just the shadow of a cloud