, "but we shall
inspect yours first, Cleo. Then look at mine, and if Louise-----"

"Certainly, I want you to come over and see my sleeping porch. I hardly
believe there is one prettier here. Come along."

"We should have called out the department," said Cleo. "Just fancy them
extinguishing that hole in your skirt, Grace!"

And the romp from the beach echoed with their merry laughter for all
could vision Grace under the fire hose!

"This way to the Log Cabin!" announced Cleo leading her friends from the
boardwalk along the Avenue to her quaint summer home. "Now, for our
first inspection!"

CHAPTER II

THE BOTTLED WARNING

"OH, how curious!" This from Grace.

"Like a mountain house at the seashore. All field stones and rustic
trimmings," commented Louise.

"We think it simply great," declared Cleo. "Come along till I show you
the big attic. It was built for a studio, and looks right over the
ocean. I never dreamed seashore landlords could offer for rent such a
wonder house as this."

"Folks tire of things so easily, and continually long for change, I
suppose," said Louise. "But you were lucky to get this, Cleo. I fancy
one of the many artists coming here would love to have found it first."

"Can you imagine an entire house trimmed with rough cedar? And just see
the length of these cedar beams! Fully forty feet; they go straight from
one end of the house to the other," declared Cleo, proudly pointing out
the novelties of the Log Cabin.

"And just see here!" exclaimed Grace. "A real dogwood tree trimmed with
the most perfect paper flowers. Isn't that simply lovely!"

This last found attraction was a novelty indeed, for it was nothing less
than a fine sized dogwood tree standing against a latticed cedar screen;
and this tree of natural wood was decorated with perfectly made paper
flowers--quite as if the original blooms had developed into the
"everlasting" variety. A wonderful fireplace of field stones opened in
the living room, and sent its tower clear to the studio on the third
floor; while every board and stick in the cottage was either of rough
natural cedar, or the same wood chastened to bring out the marvellous
tones of color that can only be described as cedar.

It was, in truth, a remarkable summer home; and while we leave the girls
here to explore its glories, we may take a moment to recall the other
two volumes of this series: "The Girl Scout Pioneers; or Winning the
First B. C." and the s