ine.

"Well, thank goodness, it won't be _my_ turn to clean up after
them, or make another fire," declared Grace.

"They will do no damage," returned Wyn, with assurance, as the girls
trooped away from the boathouse toward the town.

"They have to keep their camp clean," declared Frank. "I know that.
Professor Skillings may be forgetful; but he is very particular about
_that_. Ferdinand Roberts told me so."

"I expect those horrid Busters _do_ know a lot more than we do
about camping."

"Indeed they do," sighed Grace. "How'll we ever put up a tent big enough
to house seven?"

"The boys will help us," declared Wyn.

"I expect we'll have to let them," grumbled Bess. "Or else pay a man to
do it for us."

"My goodness me!" laughed Frances Cameron. "It must be a dreadful thing
to hate boys like Bess does! They're awfully bad sometimes, I know----"

"Look at what those two boys tried to do to us this very evening,"
exclaimed Bessie.

"Oh, Tubby's always up to some foolishness," said Percy, laughing.

"And that Dave Shepard is just as bad!" cried Bess Lavine, tossing her
head.

"Wyn won't agree with that statement," chuckled Frank.

"And all six of the Busters are full of mischief," went on the
complaining one. "I wish they were not going to the same place we are to
camp."

"Why, Bess!" exclaimed Mina.

"I _do_ wish that. They'll be around under foot all the time. And
they'll play tricks, and be rough and rude, and I know they will spoil
the summer for us."

"You go on!" came from Frank, with some scorn. "I guess I can hold up my
end against the Busters."

"Just wait and see," prophesied Bessie, shaking her head. "I feel very
sure that, the Busters and the Go-Ahead Club will not get along well
together at Lake Honotonka."

"It takes two parties for an argument," said Wyn Mallory, quietly. "And
in spite of their mischief I believe in the Busters."

"Wait and see if what I say isn't true!" snapped Bessie, and turned off
into a side street toward her own home.

CHAPTER III

POLLY

Wyn Mallory was one of those girls whom people called "different."

Not that there was a thing really odd about her. She was happy, healthy,
more than a little athletic, of a sanguine temperament, and possessed a
deal of tact for a girl of her age.

But there was a quality in her character that balanced her better than
most girls are. That foundation of good sense on which only can be
erected a lasting character