school."

"Yes, I guess it is," admitted Mollie with a sigh. "But we can wear
skirts of a sensible length, and leggings. I'm glad we thought of
those. They'll be much more comfortable than boots, and not so heavy.
But what about a light dress? Do you think we'd have any use for one?
There's no use taking along a lot of clothes we won't wear."

"That's right," said Grace. "I spoke to papa about it, and he said that
while there were often little affairs among the lumbermen and the
residents up there, they never thought of wearing light clothes in
winter. They'd think it queer if we did, and went to any of the parties.
So let's don't bother with our fancy duds."

"Good!" cried Betty. "We'll be real outdoor girls, and dress as such.
Well, so much is settled. I'll make a note of that," and she proceeded
to set down the facts agreed to.

"Let me see," she mused, "what's this?" and she frowned over some
cabalistic marks on her paper.

"Can't you read your own writing?" asked Amy with a smile.

"Well, it looks like 'hats,' but I'm sure I didn't mean that. We settled
that we'd wear Tam-o'-Shanter affairs, or caps, so it can't be hats. Oh,
I have it. It's 'eats'--what are we going to do about food?"

"Papa says," spoke Grace, "that we can get lots of canned stuff up
there. The store that used to supply the lumbermen is open. And we can
send some cases of things from here. We can get fresh meat three times a
week, and eggs from the farmers when they have any. So make a note of
that, Little Captain."

"I will. But, as I understand it, the lumbermen have all left your
father's camp now--it's in the hands of a receiver. Maybe the store will
close."

"No, father said the country people depend on that store for their
things. It wasn't just a camp grocery. It will be all right."

"Well, that settles the two important items of food and clothing,"
remarked Betty, checking them off on her list. "Of course we'll have to
do considerable ordering, and decide on what variety we want to take,
but that can be done later.

"Next, let me see what is next--oh, yes, how are we going to get to the
camp--walk, ride, or----"

"Skate!" interrupted Mollie. "Why can't we skate there? It isn't so very
far."

"And drag our baggage and sandwiches along behind us on sleds?" asked
Betty.

"Too much work," declared Amy. "Let's hire a sled, get up a straw ride
and go in style."

"Oh, say, what about Mr. Jallow? Do you think he will make troub