CHAPTER III

LONG LAKE


"I love traveling," said Dolly, when they were settled in their places
in the train that was to take them up into the hills and on the first
stage of the journey to Long Lake. "I like to see new places and new
people."

"Dolly's never content for very long in one place," said Eleanor Mercer,
who overheard her remark, smiling. "If she had her way she'd be flying
all over the country all the time. Wouldn't you, Dolly?"

"I don't like to know what's going to happen next all the time," said
Dolly.

"I know just how you feel," Bessie surprised her by saying. "I used to
think, sometimes, when I was on Paw Hoover's farm in Hedgeville, that if
only I could go to sleep some night without knowing just what was going
to happen the next day I'd be happy. It was always the same, too--just
the same things to do, and the same places to see--"

"I should think Jake Hoover would have kept you guessing what he was
going to do next," said Dolly, spitefully. "The great big bully! Oh, how
glad I was when Will Burns knocked him down the other day!"