g dances up, and
consequently had more time to dance! Now all the girls were glad
indeed for Gladys's rigorous coaching, for they were complimented
on every side upon their "different" way of dancing.

Nyoda fell in love with little Manuel, a nine-year-old Spanish
boy from Cuba. It was his first visit to America and his first
experience with American boys, and he often felt very homesick.
Nyoda, with her dark hair and eyes, reminded him of the young
women at home and he warmed to her like an old friend. "I like
not the baseball," he confided when she inquired as to his
favorite sports, "I like the high joomp." He and Nyoda danced
together so much that Sherry regretted his intercession with the
camp director that the little boys be allowed to stay up all
evening.

Gladys had arranged a fancy dance taking in all of the girls,
which they presented during the course of the evening. The music
for it was the "Beautiful Blue Danube Waltz" and the girls
impersonated in their dance the Danube River, winding through its
green valley. The girls, dressed in light green, were the river
itself, while Gladys, in a filmy white dress with water lilies
twined in her long yellow hair, was the Spirit of the Danube, and
frolicked among the rhythmically swaying girls like a real river
nymph on the rocking waves of the mighty stream. Their dance
brought down the house, and the girls were obliged to do it three
times before they would stop applauding.

Ed Roberts watched with jealous eyes as Gladys glided off with
one or another of the boys, but beyond the one dance she granted
him for politeness' sake she paid no further attention to him,
and he retired to the side lines to scowl upon the gay scene.
The evening drew to a close all too quickly and the boys and
girls parted, with many regrets and promises to write.

The next day the Mountain Lake boys broke camp and departed for
their homes, and the girls gathered on the dock to see the
steamer go by. There was a great waving of handkerchiefs when
the _Bluebird_ rounded the cliff. "O look what they're doing!"
gasped Sahwah, as a commotion rose on the deck of the boat. The
boys had seized one of their number and were dragging him to the
rail in spite of vigorous resistance. Superior forces won out
and he went overboard with a mighty splash, in accordance with an
immemorial custom of the Mountain Lake Camp, that at least one
boy be thrown into the water with his city clothes on.