here, and I'm sure you'll learn things about the woods that will give
you a good many pleasant times in the future"

"Isn't there anyone else at all up here, Miss Eleanor? I should think
there'd be a hotel or something like that here."

"No, not yet; not right near here. This lake is part of a big preserve
that is owned by a lot of men in the city. My father is one of them, and
they have tried to keep all this part of the woods just as nature left
it. There are a lot of deer here, and in the fall, when hunters come
into the woods, they have to keep out of this part of them. A few deer
are shot here, because if only a few are taken each year, it's all
right. But there will be no hotels in this tract. Hotels mean the end of
the real woods life. There are half a dozen lakes in the preserve, and
each of the families that owns a share in it has a camp at one of the
lakes. I mean a regular camp, with wooden buildings, where one can stay
in the winter, even. But this lake was set apart for trips like this,
where people can get right back to nature, and sleep in tents."

"Then we can go over and see some of the other lakes?"

"Yes; I don't know whether we'll find anyone at home in any of the camps
or not, but they'll be glad to see us if they are there. A lot of people
wait until later in the year to come up here--until the hunting season
begins. But we can do some hunting even now, though it's against the law
to do any shooting."

"Oh, I know what you mean, Miss Eleanor--with a camera?"

It was Margery Burton who thought of that.