ight under
your nose." The young people were restlessly on edge, undecided what to
do.

It was too hot to make the long-looked-for walk to the summer colony a
possibility. Of course they could swim, but this they had done all
morning long and one couldn't swim forever! This was the state of
affairs then, when Mollie made her petulant remark.

"That's nonsense," she retorted, in reply to Roy. "It isn't the company
I find fault with, it's the atmosphere."

Allen and Betty, who had come back from a little ramble in the woods,
surveyed the scene thoughtfully.

"I tell you what we can do," said Allen, and the two on the grass
regarded him hopefully. "We fellows have brought some fishing
tackle--suppose we go out and try to get some fish for supper? That
doesn't require much energy," he added.

"Allen, you have saved my life!" cried Mollie, springing up from the
mossy rock, which had been her seat. "Can't we go right away? Oh, do
call the others and ask them to hurry!"

"Take it easy," Roy cautioned, still stretched out on the grass. "You'll
get all heated up again. Besides there's no such awful rush--we have all
the time there is before us."

But Mollie was all action, now that there was some definite point in
view.

She called the others to her, speaking quickly.

"We are going to catch some fish," she announced eagerly. "Or at least
we are going to try to."

"Try is good," murmured Frank, but Mollie continued, unheeding.

"It is strange that I didn't remember before," she went on, "what Aunt
Elvira said about the wonderful fishing pool about a mile away."

"A mile!" groaned Grace. "Do you mean to say that we have to walk a mile
in this blazing heat?"

"Nobody _has_ to," Mollie retorted. "It's only a question of wanting to.
I'm going if I have to go alone."

"Oh, come on, Grace, be a sport," Frank coaxed. "Just think how nice and
shady and cool it will be when we get there. It _will_ be nice and shady
and cool, won't it, Mollie?" he added, turning to her for confirmation.

"Nice rocks with great, big trees shading them and clear, cold water
with lots of fish in it and--and--oh, everything!" she agreed in a burst
of enthusiasm.

"That sounds mighty good to me," said Roy. "Now for the fishing
tackle--where is it, fellows?"

"Oh, wait a minute," called Mollie, as they made a rush for the tents.
"There are some rods up at the house, too. We might as well take all we
can get."

"Good!" said Will. "I'll g