laughing, but impressed.

"It is!" she replied. "Camp Fire Girls have pockets! That's one of the
things you'll see in any Camp Fire book you read--any of the books that
the National Council issues, I mean."

"I surrender! I'm converted--absolutely!" said Jamieson, with a laugh.
"I'll admit right now that no lot of men or boys I know could have put
this camp up in this shape in such a time. Why, hullo--what's that?
Looks as if you were going to have neighbors, Nell."

His exclamation drew all eyes to the other end of the cove, and the
surprise was general when a string of wagons was seen coming down a road
that led to the beach from the bluff at that point.

"Looks like a camping party, all right," said Trenwith. "Wonder who they
can be?"

Eleanor looked annoyed. She remembered only too well and too vividly the
disturbance that had followed the coming of the yacht, and she wondered
if this new invasion of the peace of Plum Beach might not likewise be
the forerunner of something unpleasant.

"They've got tents," she said, peering curiously at the wagons.
"See--they're stopping there, and beginning to unload."

"They're doing themselves very well, whoever they are," said Trenwith.
"That's a pretty luxurious looking camp outfit. And they're having their
work done for them by men who know the business, too."

"Yes, and they're not making a much better job of it than these girls
did," said Charlie. "Great Scott! Look at those cases of canned goods!
They've got enough stuff there to feed a regiment."

"Oh, I'm sorry they're coming!" said Eleanor, "whoever they are! I don't
want to seem nasty, but we were ever so happy last summer when we were
here quite alone."

"These people won't bother you, Nell," said Jamieson.

"You don't suppose this could be another trick of Mr. Holmes's, do you,
Charlie!"

"Hardly--so soon," he said, frowning.

"He didn't leave us in peace very long after we got here, you know. We
only arrived yesterday--and see what happened to us last night!"

"Well, we might stroll over and have a look," suggested Trenwith. "I
guess there aren't any private property rights on this beach. We'll just
look them over."

"All right," said Eleanor. "Want to come, Dolly and Bessie? I see you've
finished your share of the work before the others."

So the five of them walked over.

"Who's going to camp here?" Trenwith asked one of the workmen.

"I don't know, sir. We just got orders to set up the tent